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 1    II|     make the miscreant more to feel his shame.~ ~ XI~But when
 2    II|       a thing unused, began~To feel his heart relent, with mere
 3    II|     sharp, to see, to have, to feel,~Glad was the Paynim to
 4     V|       air a sound confused did feel~Of murmurs low, and outcries
 5     V|   sovereign power alike should feel the stroke,~Then, Tancred,
 6     V|      be with his own wand,~And feel he wants that valor great
 7     V|        make the chastest heart feel love's sweet pain,~Oh, how
 8   VII|     troubles some didst whilom feel and prove,~Yet livest now
 9   VII|        my griefs he see,~Shall feel dear pity pierce his gentle
10   VII|     this vengeful sword,~Shall feel the ire of thy forsaken
11    XI|      quarries' strength should feel,~So fit to shoot Latona'
12    XI|       His hand he lifted up to feel the place,~Whereon a second
13  XVII|    free,~And let the Frenchmen feel my just disdain,~Go meet
14  XVII|  divine,~Of thine artillery to feel the might;~To wreak thine
15   XIX| Rinaldo's head, I trow,~Should feel the sharpness of my curtlax
16    XX|        feet in hasty sort,~Yet feel their limbs far slower than