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 1     2|     ply;~And when to smite the shifting foe he turned,~Him in the
 2     2| warrior's empty blows eschews,~Shifting so quickly that he scarce
 3     8|     wretchedness,~Stood on the shifting sand, with ruffled hair:~
 4    10|        unmoved,~Veered not his shifting sail another way;~Or ingrate
 5    10|     They, who beheld along the shifting sand~Rogero wend, upon his
 6    10|    blow;~The orc, who sees the shifting shadow sail~Of those huge
 7    23|     search of rest;~And vainly shifting, harder than a rock~And
 8    26|     band,~Slays ten or twenty, shifting his career;~No fewer by
 9    28|    never quits him, though the shifting barge~The king ascend, or
10    29|     furious paynim cried.~And, shifting here and there, was seen
11    30|       Their hulls the tall and shifting surges hide.~He spurs his
12    33|  mighty pain~And art, Rinaldo, shifting here and there,~Avoids the
13    34|      The motion of his quickly shifting feet~More savours of a run
14    38|     glorious cavalier.~Through shifting plains of powdery sand he
15    38|         to work us woe?~'Twixt shifting sands, which restless whirlwinds
16    44|      noon, on high~I moves the shifting plain in many a wave,~And
17    45|  shifted sword in fight,~Where shifting he the hostile hand espied.~
18    46|      and thought.~ ~ CXXXIV~So shifting oft his hold, about the