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 1     I|    for our offences died.~ ~ LXXXI~The brazen trump of iron-winged
 2    II|      for his answer said:~ ~ LXXXI~"Ambassador, full both of
 3    IV|      that shuns or fears.~ ~ LXXXI~"Ah! be it not pardie declared
 4     V|     night had made abode.~ ~ LXXXI~Thither he galloped fast,
 5    VI|  where she needeth least.~ ~ LXXXI~Alone, within her chamber'
 6   VII|    arms and weapons lies:~ ~ LXXXI~There stands the lance wherewith
 7  VIII|    hereafter wiser prove.~ ~ LXXXI~"But Argillano's guilty
 8    IX|  sword and life both out.~ ~ LXXXI~Among this squadron rode
 9    XI|  stead he suffered death.~ ~ LXXXI~Even then the Soldan struck
10   XII|       reeling to and fro.~ ~ LXXXI~When he came there, and
11  XVII|      all under his shade.~ ~ LXXXI~This regal plant from his
12 XVIII| riding-balk forth threw:~ ~  LXXXI~The mighty beam redoubted
13   XIX|     different is my name.~ ~ LXXXI~"My mother bore me near
14    XX| might be captive brought.~ ~ LXXXI~Among the rest he ran, he