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 1     2|       his horse the good Rinaldo steers,~Breathing forth piteous
 2     3|       barks, and fifteen gallies steers.~ ~ LVIII~"Two Sigismonds,
 3    10|         roaring wind long carack steers~From north or south, towards
 4    15|       tiller, and more northward steers.~ ~ XVII~Astolpho, furrowing
 5    16|        the choicest of his meiny steers~Thither, where he the cry
 6    19|         whence he lately issued, steers,~And, desperate, of death
 7    19|        by the last, with him who steers.~Better than steel that
 8    20|        armed a bark, his pinnace steers~In search of plunder, o'
 9    20|    coasting Italy's fair region, steers:~ ~  CI~Last rises Luna,
10    31|          Paris with his squadron steers,~To assail, by night, the
11    33|        upon the great Viscontis, steers;~And seems to straiten Alexandria'
12    34|     advised in all, to heaven he steers;~Of some of his lost sense
13    35| Charlemagne pursues, her way she steers.~ ~ XXXIII~She towards Provence,
14    41|          leader, with long paces steers~So stealthily, that none
15    43|      learns another story, as he steers~Toward Ravenna with the
16    43|   wherein Sir Brandimart to lay,~Steers for the lofty mountain,
17    46|         courser, and towards him steers:~He knows that of the sorrows