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 1     2|   there, in scorn of cautious pilot's skill~(Such his impatience
 2    10| Discoursing with that ancient pilot, fraught~With wisdom, and
 3    10|      safe bank approached the pilot hoar.~ ~ XLVIII~When he
 4    10|           L~Thus Logistilla's pilot; and beside,~So saying,
 5    11|   moor,"~(Thus issuing to the pilot his command),~"And give
 6    15|      land of Thomas; here the pilot veers~His ready tiller,
 7    17|       tempest even scared our pilot hoar.~Drifting three days
 8    18|  thence, towards the east the pilot veered~Her ready tiller,
 9    20|      Fixed on his course, the pilot passes by~Cyprus and Rhodes,
10    22|      obtains the mastery,~The pilot is constrained to veer outright,~
11    23|    out of view.~Thus with his pilot does the patron go,~Fearing
12    28|      His bark, like practised pilot, on her way,~A sumptuous
13    32|      lay,~Under no mariner or pilot's charge,~The winds and
14    39|       Corsica, of every rate,~Pilot and patron, mariner and
15    40|    fury, fain would fill;~The pilot sighs and groans, dismaid
16    40|    guide.~ ~ LXI~She, without pilot, without crew, alone,~As
17    41|   vessel flies,~And fills the pilot full of hardihood.~The beach
18    41|    reeling ship confounds the pilot; now~Struck fore, now aft,
19    41|    threatens equal wrack.~The pilot sighs, confused and pale
20    41|       and four the pale-faced pilot wrought~The tiller with
21    41|     Thought'st to defraud the pilot of his meed.~Thou seest
22    41|     ward, behold the Moor!~As pilot against whom, now cresting
23    43|    ward Venice goes~Rinaldo's pilot left, and took the right;~