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1     2|         XXIV~At night Rinaldo rests his steed, with pain~To
2     9| assailants thickest stand,~He rests his lance, and sticks in
3    13|    without, above, below;~Nor rests she night or day, so strong
4    16|       courser, and his weapon rests;~And a full bow-shot leaves
5    28|  which he sought to close.~He rests not night nor day, in sorrow
6    36|      in his arms and seat,~He rests his lance, but holds the
7    38|    his vicegerent kings,~That rests not, night nor day, till
8    38|      Who for the Roman empire rests the spear,~Though I misrate
9    44|      he stops and turns; then rests his spear;~And, as he puts