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 1     I| Israel's fairest daughter.~ ~ LXXXII~The fear of ill exceeds
 2    II|       my intent thou miss.~ ~ LXXXII~"Know, that till now we
 3    IV|  sword in a lady's right."~ ~ LXXXII~Thus parleyed he, and with
 4     V|       He answered, "Love."~ ~ LXXXII~"Love hath Eustatio chosen,
 5    VI|   arms, and sighed withal:~ ~ LXXXII~And sighing, softly to herself
 6   VII|       thereon which stand.~ ~ LXXXII~Among the blessed weapons
 7  VIII|   conquered with his look.~ ~ LXXXII~The rest with indiscreet
 8    IX|        wrathful and fair.~ ~  LXXXII~His steed was white, and
 9    XI|     combats with his foes;~ ~ LXXXII~And there great wonders
10   XII|     yet my grief and care:~ ~ LXXXII~"O fair right hand, the
11  XVII|     of his house and race.~ ~ LXXXII~To do like acts his courage
12 XVIII|   whereon the engine rode:~ ~ LXXXII~As an old rock, which age
13   XIX|      fellow-servant since;~ ~ LXXXII~"Two happy months within
14    XX|     blood his fury's heat.~ ~ LXXXII~Where battered was the wall