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 1     4|      fallen foe,~She lifts her conquering hand; but in mid space,~
 2    18|        prizes destined for the conquering knight,~As well as one and
 3    25| Charles is fled,~Has with that conquering lord his ensign spread.'~ ~
 4    26|            XXVIII~When now the conquering troop their temples bare,~
 5    26|       standard fly before~That conquering faulchion, or be cast to
 6    31|     rout in fine King Charles' conquering host.~ ~ LXXXIV~Agramant
 7    32|     horrid wise.~Who prays the conquering knight, with suppliant cry,~
 8    34|        take~Whatever spoil the conquering armies make;~ ~ XXXIII~"
 9    38|       camped within a mile was conquering Charles.~ ~ XXXVII~Agramant,
10    44|   where'er~They wend, upon the conquering squadron falls,~Which with
11    46|     one that hath set free~Her conquering lord from Orcus' dark repair,~