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 1    II|        swelled with ire was she afraid,~But his fierce wrath with
 2    IV|       my heart declare it waxed afraid,~Lest so I hasten might
 3     V|         of rivals was he naught afraid,~Nor cared he for the journey
 4   VII|      seemed to make high heaven afraid;~But now for dread he is
 5  VIII|        foes or dead or run away afraid,~Of victory so happy blew
 6     X|        the Soldan here,~Neither afraid nor run away for dread,~
 7     X| threatened us, and made us thus afraid.~ ~ LXVIII~" `You see,'
 8   XII|         night,~Ah, coward hand, afraid why should'st thou be;~Thou
 9  XIII|         terror make weak hearts afraid,~Thither no groom drives
10  XIII|           XXXVII~Amazed but not afraid the champion good~Stood
11  XVII|        quite destroyed was most afraid,~Aurelius, to his everlasting
12 XVIII|        vain! O fools, of shades afraid!"~ ~ XXXIX~From thence home
13 XVIII|       town, but fled far thence afraid.~The duke before all those
14   XIX|        thy great vaunts make me afraid,~But cruel love I fear,
15    XX|     Armida fled, alone, amazed, afraid:~ ~ CXXII~Well saw he when