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 1     I|        To free Jerusalem from thrall and wrong:~Thou with thy
 2     I|    alas, they long have lived thrall,~In Palestine an empire
 3     I|     raised to make proud Asia thrall,~If our beginnings have
 4    II| stopped mercy's breath~Love's thrall to hate, and beauty's slave
 5    II|   this town from being longer thrall;~Nor is it grievous to so
 6   III|      and under stars unknowe,~Thrall to the faithless waves,
 7   III|       Macon, would he wear~My thrall, ere fates him of this life
 8    VI|     was the Prince Tancredi's thrall:~I covet not, led by ambition
 9   VII|  quoth it, "thou art Armida's thrall."~ ~ XLVIII~"Within this
10    IX|       arms to make proud Asia thrall,~Those lands were won where
11   XII|    thyself a heathen damsel's thrall;~But see, thy grief and
12  XIII|       the soil which held him thrall,~The time draws nigh when
13   XVI| beguile,~And point at me, thy thrall and bondslave vile.~ ~ XLVIII~"
14 XVIII|     greater harms and dangers thrall,~For there not man with
15    XX|        your handmaid and your thrall:~My life, my crown, my wealth