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 1     3|     lyre~Which sounded at your touch the thunderer's praise,~
 2     6|     spake a word.~ ~ XLIX~"Why touch my wounds, to aggravate
 3     7|      The mantle yielded at his touch, as he~Embraced her, and
 4     8|      tilt he run,~At the first touch unseated cavalier;~Once
 5    10|        what is sweet to taste, touch, hear, and see,~And life
 6    11|    without these, I wot, shalt touch no pay.~ ~ XXVI~How, foul
 7    11|      snow,~Smooth ivory to the touch: above were seen~Two rounding
 8    19|    fall.~ ~ XCVI~They scarcely touch the ground before they gain~
 9    32|   lance of gold,~By whose sole touch unhorsed all champions were.~
10    32|    never missed its aim;~Whose touch each warrior must unseat
11    38|   knight~The Nubian's eyeballs touch, when him anew~He visits,
12    43|         hadst better stood the touch."~ ~ L~Here ends Rinaldo,
13    44| nearest stand;~More those that touch him; for to touch a blest~
14    44|   those that touch him; for to touch a blest~And supernatural