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 1     I|      laid the double charge.~ ~ LXXXV~His native wrath revived
 2    II|        that wounds our foes.~ ~ LXXXV~"Our courage hence, our
 3    IV|     more had fallen in love.~ ~ LXXXV~With that she broke the
 4     V|        increasing every day.~ ~ LXXXV~From every side they come,
 5    VI|     sweet; for keeper, love.~ ~ LXXXV~"Or else my tender bosom
 6   VII|       thy heathenish might."~ ~ LXXXV~The Pagan cast a scornful
 7  VIII|       wrath had poured down.~ ~ LXXXV~Thus was the tumult, without
 8    IX|    spared, pierced and rent.~ ~ LXXXV~Fierce Solyman that with
 9    XI| stumbleth and falls at last:~ ~ LXXXV~Such hap befell that tower,
10   XII|      woe they would assuage.~ ~ LXXXV~But as a mortal wound the
11  XVII|   hastes them forth to ride.~ ~ LXXXV~"High time it is," quoth
12 XVIII|        come down from skies.~ ~ LXXXV~The hardy duke before his
13   XIX|       fitter time forbear."~ ~  LXXXV~Forthwith, ere thence the
14    XX|         whose heart is good:~ ~ LXXXV~But coming forth, cried, "