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1 1| her cheek, and troubled sore,~Arriving, quickly to the 2 1| and hole.~While angered sore at heart, and restless, 3 1| vainly, toiling long and sore.~Upon the Spanish knight 4 1| departing heavily,~Was many days sore vexed and grieved in sprite;~ 5 1| his astounded ears,~And sore against his will the monarch 6 1| groans, yet not for mischief sore~Endured in wounded arm or 7 2| fair countenance through sore dismay,~And deemed that 8 2| Anglante's lord he burned so sore;~And lent such credit to 9 3| speech; while she~Knew not, sore marvelling at all that passed,~ 10 4| attentive still, and watching sore,~Lest upon her the wizard 11 4| love of God!" (afflicted sore,~The old enchanter full 12 4| gentle knight~From danger sore and death, by love was swayed;~ 13 4| some friendly stay,~Now sore bested, against a puissant 14 4| field.~ ~ LX~"The king, sore grieving for Geneura bright,~ 15 6| king and court entreated sore,~At length the covering 16 6| name,~Whilom a paladin, sore feared in fight;~Cousin 17 6| for her love, for whom so sore he burned,~Would gladly 18 6| plies the crowd with warfare sore.~ ~ LXVI~One to the teeth, 19 7| and Agramant are troubled sore.~But not for him their story 20 8| ill,~Departs from Paris sore against his will.~ ~ ~ I~ 21 8| made at him, and smote him sore;~The dog his left foot worried; 22 8| child.~ ~ LIII~This was sore torment to the sire, severe~ 23 8| now there, with labour sore:~Oh! what tormenting grief, 24 9| oppressed with toil and wearied sore;~This stretched on earth, 25 9| and freshening, blows so sore,~The mariners are fain to 26 9| Bireno tell:~While he toils sore his squadron to array,~Proud 27 9| the naked archer's sport,~Sore smitten in the heart! -- 28 10| marrow burned; when, weeping sore~The fate of her unhappy 29 10| ran, her visage tearing sore,~Presaging, and now certain 30 10| warrior thirst and labour sore,~Still toiling through that 31 10| flashing far and wide,~So sore offends the adversaries' 32 10| Leaving Alcina in her trouble sore:~I speak of valorous Rogero, 33 10| tail the troubled waves so sore~The monster beats, that 34 11| first ill addition grave and sore~Was to have lost the bird 35 11| torment worn, and travel sore,~The brute, exhausted, died, 36 11| a brutal insult wonders sore~The peer, who sees that 37 11| brand and spurs his courser sore,~And swiftly pricks toward 38 12| a captive damsel bears,~Sore grieving, and across the 39 12| his arm the damsel fair,~Sore pricking, enters at a gate 40 12| with thought and trouble sore,~Gradasso, Brandimart, and 41 12| entreating cries, and weeping sore,~"More than for life and 42 12| down returns with labour sore,~Yet not for that his longing 43 12| disappeared; and so that battle sore~Was witnessed 'twixt the 44 12| departure: toiling long and sore~He seeks the damsel there, ' 45 12| within his breast,~For such sore disappointment, with the 46 12| high,~Which, fondly, he too sore desires to try.~ ~ LXXV~ 47 13| impelled, through paths which sore offend~Her feet, till she, 48 13| her mission incomplete),~Sore trembling, faint, and pale, 49 13| themselves they tire~With labour sore, and frustrate of their 50 13| and, the lady dead,~To the sore mischief of all Italy,~Will 51 13| closely pressed, and labouring sore for breath,~That he appeared 52 13| and foot, in the campaign~Sore thinned, whose numbers were 53 14| passing-cruel spectacle and sore;~But which the wonderous 54 14| Rodomont exclaims, blaspheming sore,~Nor can contain his furious 55 14| emptied vessel, burning sore~With nitre, sulphur, pitch, 56 14| forced them forward to their sore alarm.~One paynim's head 57 15| became the visage, changing sore,~Turned up its eyes, and 58 15| up its eyes, and signals sore and dread~Of the last agony 59 15| too remote; and these so sore~Inflamed his troubled breast, 60 16| The action to the word, sore weeping, cried:~"Dear lord, 61 16| cheer me, -- left with fever sore infected,~And in the dread 62 16| thus preserved him from so sore a sweat.~ ~ XLIX~Rinaldo, 63 16| prest;~For all delay might sore his work impede.~This while 64 16| Bambirago dies;~And next sore wounded is Sir Soridane;~ 65 17| for their pain and torment sore.~Of this ourselves have 66 17| disturbed with their excesses sore;~Since them with slaughter, 67 17| fled,~Who wept, afflicted sore, and beat their breast.~ 68 17| wound~Homeward; and longing sore, till evening stayed.~At 69 17| be bitter and afflict me sore,~Such is our common instinct, 70 17| monster kept,~Till thither, sore alarmed, Lucina crept.~ ~ 71 17| evening, her, lamenting sore,~Ever the unhappy lover 72 17| changed to smiles his anguish sore:~And if from other you hear 73 17| each assistant rises,~Whom sore the unexpected deed surprises.~ ~ 74 17| and lay along the crupper, sore~Astound; yet rose at length, 75 18| by this game is angered sore,~Who little thins the gathering 76 18| increase,~Who press him sore, nor let him part in peace.~ ~ 77 18| Dardinel opposed, and now with sore~Reproach, and now with prayer 78 18| brand~Had pressed Orlando sore in martial game,~And him 79 18| Syrian king, who was offended sore,~Raised war against her 80 18| to stay~A robber, who had sore offended me.~The truth of 81 18| blinding rain,~Afflicted sore the miserable crew.~While 82 18| one and all, and harassed sore.~ ~ CLXI~And even within 83 18| within their lines, in panic sore,~They by the Christian bands 84 19| marred by the delay~Of that sore weight upon his shoulders 85 19| dishonoured) grieved her sore.~Love, hearing this, such 86 19| lusty, while she suffered sore,~And, with new fever parched, 87 19| For having born so long so sore a burden!~ ~ XXXII~Oh! couldst 88 19| gentle falcon ever flew;~And sore the patron feared, to the 89 19| Chance or Error led.~ ~ LVI~Sore dangerous 'twas to doubt; 90 19| the passengers affrighted sore;~Save that Marphisa took 91 19| wounded every one she smote so sore,~She was secure, that never 92 19| needs must be, sir cavalier,~Sore wearied with such mighty 93 19| amid the observant crew:~So sore intent was every one to 94 20| his title she desired so sore.~"I am Marphisa," the virago 95 20| For never burden does so sore oppress~As woman, when her 96 20| For many days remain so sore dismayed,~That they seem 97 20| man's sex, which had so sore offended.~She willed each 98 20| seems shameful servitude and sore.~ ~ LXIII~"To know I wear 99 20| alone withheld form taking sore~And signal vengeance on 100 20| sides death or wounding sore,~Was rained in fury on the 101 20| discover Alery;~Who in sore haste receives the warriors 102 20| journey weak, and wearied sore,~Appeared, but pined by 103 20| those burning sighs and sore,~Those tears which had nigh 104 20| appears more foul, as angered sore,~While rage and wrath her 105 20| thought for ever. Troubled sore,~And mute long space upon 106 20| Isabella, who had wounded sore~Zerbino's heart, was long 107 21| odious crone,~He wounded sore, and writhing with the smart,~ 108 21| purchase, to his torment sore,~A Progne, a Medea; impious 109 21| despiteous rage and hatred sore;~Nor with less wrath she 110 22| preserved himself from peril sore;~And with the sound had 111 22| the English baron, angered sore;~But he abased their pride 112 22| that ill woman who him, sore bested,~Had changed from 113 22| a rain~Of lovely tears, sore pitied her, and burned~With 114 22| his danger hears,~In heart sore troubled at the story shown;~ 115 22| feminine array,~With peril sore of life. On turret high,~ 116 22| Their spears, and hurrying sore their coursers, go.~ ~ LXV~ 117 22| enchanted buckler, which, too sore~For human sufferance, dazed 118 22| Child was fain~(And, certes sore bested) this to display;~ 119 22| opprest,~Before him, and, sore troubled, rode away.~He 120 23| are tokens of her anguish sore.~In the east, at last, expected 121 23| Doubtful he stands, but covets sore the prey;~Eyes and surveys 122 23| Backed him, and left Hippalca sore bested;~Who, bathed in tears, 123 23| Against Orlando in that combat sore.~Against the churl's right 124 23| withdrew,~Where, with a heart sore trembling in his breast,~ 125 23| space she healed the angry sore.~But while she exercised 126 24| faith maintain as, girded sore,~The leaguered fort to keep 127 24| distance, thither her conveyed.~Sore weeping came the old woman, 128 24| the valorous Paladin, so sore~He longed to know if that 129 24| steel arbalest that's loaded sore,~By how much is the engine 130 24| round him flew,~Saved, with sore mischief to himself, his 131 25| XVIII~He, who was angered sore, as best he cou'd,~Sought 132 25| man, to heal the damsel's sore,~Cut short to the mid-ear 133 25| aid;~And found herself in sore perplexity.~` 'Tis better 134 26| against the foe.~To the sore scandal of the Church and 135 26| cursing him and execrating sore,~Have left at little distance; 136 26| first defied, encountered sore,~Spurring with flowing rein, 137 26| disordered and distrest so sore,~That with one stirrup's 138 26| where in front~Rogero has sore wounded Rodomont.~ ~ CXXIII~ 139 26| And he Marphisa has as sore distrest:~But such good 140 27| having borne too long, though sore offended,~That Rodomont 141 27| first was dyed, and faded sore.~ ~ LII~In dress succinct 142 27| what time they laboured sore,~Rogero vainly to a peace 143 27| the Tartar lord;~At which sore wondering stand the paynim 144 27| And Rodomont remains so sore astound,~He cannot raise 145 27| king reproved the Sarzan sore,~Ruling that to appeal upon 146 27| by him, to his discomfit sore,~And how he lost his courser, 147 27| presence saw pourtrayed.~But, sore beside himself, the cavalier~ 148 28| for his journey, to his sore dismay,~Her husband deemed 149 28| grief.~ ~ XXVI~"He for his sore an evil salve had found,~ 150 28| his cheeks are pined so sore --~Nor even remains (his 151 28| Accompanied by a distemper sore:~So that he seemed not what 152 28| in solitary mood, (for sore~Pastime and company, the 153 28| had many days lamenting sore;~-- Because he had his evil 154 28| with mickle pain~And labour sore, some money put away,~Which 155 28| often by the soldier harried sore.~The beach upon one side 156 29| monk's bold sermon to his sore displeasure,~And vainly 157 29| means to make her wrong so sore~That cavalier, by cruel 158 29| maddening bowl,~Lamented sore his error, sad at soul.~ ~ 159 29| pagan, by his arms impeded sore,~With heavier pain and trouble, 160 29| approaching knight, and threatened sore;~Bidding him stand aside, 161 29| Angelica, who, trembling sore, is flown:~She shrieking 162 29| bottom climbed, thus loaded sore,~And carried her three bow-shots' 163 29| rude rocks, and suffering sore, lies dead.~Orlando nought 164 30| like sick man am I, who, sore bested,~Suffering with patience 165 30| plight;~Who prompts what sore repents me: Heaven above~ 166 30| ever westward hurrying sore,~Until he came where on 167 30| strive in vain,~With labour sore, this tangle to undo;~Nor 168 30| parforce must prove how sore~The danger and the dint 169 30| not corporal pain or fever sore,~It was Desire that on her 170 31| himself astounded on the mead;~Sore handled, and unhorsed by 171 31| another time, as needed sore.~When the sun, garlanded 172 31| erst at feud and with sore hate possest,~Through Truffaldino -- ( 173 31| proved so deeply irks them sore.~ ~ LV~Guido succeeds; no 174 31| she saw Orlando, raging sore,~Do fearful deeds, and her 175 31| perilous bridge encountering sore,~Exchange, on either side, 176 31| the bridge looks his lady, sore bested,~And tear employs, 177 31| forgets no, how Rogero lay~Sore wounded, and as yet in evil 178 31| more than all the rest,~Sore doubted the event which 179 32| brought which irk the damsel sore,~That fair Marphisa caused 180 32| monarch spares:~Meanwhile sore taxes and repeated cess,~ 181 32| in combat dead.~And how, sore wounded by the Tartar's 182 32| loved much, and was withal~Sore jealous, was determined 183 32| deem it were foul wrong and sore,~If so such beauty I should 184 32| little need,~Who wearied sore with that day's labour are.~ 185 33| such ill, that, hungering sore for food,~They and their 186 33| strung by rage and fury sore,~Into the moat which girt 187 33| turn,~And good Baiardo, sore bested, discern.~ ~ LXXXIV~ 188 33| Rinaldo too: and contest sore~'Twixt him and Malagigi 189 33| unskilled in fence, and sore bested,~Baiardo swiftly 190 33| Rinaldo, after labour vain and sore~To await him at the fount 191 33| in his caverned lair,~So sore moreover by his fright opprest,~ 192 33| courser, he mistakes me sore,~That thinks the prize by 193 33| Navarre,~-- They who beheld, sore wondering at the sight --~ 194 33| thou new~Messiah, if too sore I have offended,~For mercy, 195 34| downward wend.~Me but too sore the sable fumes molest,~ 196 34| encounters pale and trembling sore:~'Twould seem a vanquished 197 34| renowned Alcides vext so sore,~In Erymanth, Nemaea, Lerna, 198 34| long in vain,~He sickened sore and sank beneath the blow.~ 199 34| through long fast, must hunger sore,~First brace your strength 200 34| seemingly unwearied, hurried sore,~His restless way retracing 201 35| glorious life should be,~Longed sore to know. "This," (said the 202 35| not this should cause me sore despite,~And if my speech 203 36| strange accident, in sprite,~Sore vexed, this while remained 204 36| damsel, fair Dordona's boast,~Sore vexed and troubled, that 205 36| will to guide,~I sickened sore, and of my sorrow died.~ ~ 206 37| way,~Albeit to fare a-foot sore irksome be,~To appeal to 207 37| that other burned Cylander sore;~Who brought erewhile to 208 37| she desired those nuptials sore;~Nor only showed an unreluctant 209 37| And on one object is so sore intent,~He sees but that, 210 37| woman haul,~(Whom stricken sore in years her visage shows,)~ 211 38| albeit 'tis with yours sore laden, still~Daily for you 212 38| for this would hold you sore ingrate;~Yet there's a remedy 213 38| paynim foe:~For, harassed sore in body and in mind,~Those 214 38| evermore did write,~As one sore injured by that cavalier.~ 215 38| combat with such travel sore,~The casque that (as in 216 39| meet~King Agramant, and sore annoys his fleet.~ ~ ~ I~ 217 39| upon the costly prey,~Had sore lamented and had grieved 218 39| Brandimart girt Roland sore~With sinewy arms about his 219 40| fires discerned,~And such sore slaughter, under different 220 40| shends,~Reduced to sad and sore extremity;~Them steel destroys, 221 40| fight contend;~Deeming too sore his honour 'twoud offend.~ ~ 222 40| love for his liege-lady sore,~But moved by honour and 223 41| lady, grieved and trembling sore.~Meanwhile upon their quest 224 41| Gradasso to ill pass and sore~Should bring Sir Brandimart, 225 41| by that stroke astounded sore,~Has not the power the frightened 226 42| swordless, through his mail,~Sore wounded in more places than 227 42| had fallen, reversed and sore aggrieved,~And had by now 228 42| has him taken, bleeding sore;~Thither, where he is saved 229 42| strange and wondrous, marvel sore~In friendly Malagigi's bosom 230 42| passion bred, such heart-ache sore,~He never in his life so 231 42| this, with so long posting sore bested --~As that to see 232 43| XLI~"Shame stings her sore, but yet in sorer wise~Wrath 233 43| the cause, that dame so sore~I hated, I would not behold 234 43| that prest the cavalier so sore,~Made him (well-spoken was 235 43| whose ill handling was I sore bested.~But for thine aid, 236 43| He finally returned; but sore afraid~Through what the 237 43| what to do: the outrage sore~Avenged he has not, nor 238 43| a mote is now a beam; so sore~It prest him; on his heart 239 43| Olivier,~Dangerously hurt and sore, sate woe-begone,~Somedeal 240 43| in calm and ease?~Right sore must be my trespass, since 241 43| Sorrowing and afflicted sore in mind~For their fourth 242 44| return those barons urged so sore,~Parforce they parted from 243 44| Rogero, bearing this and sore afraid~That he shall lose 244 44| repair;~When Leo prest him sore, and with strong hand~The 245 44| hardly had escaped his hand, sore prest~And scared as never 246 45| albeit it appeared a hardship sore~And thing well-nigh impossible, 247 45| intent exprest,~Than with sore grief Rogero's heart was 248 45| the gentle youth's, who sore~Hammers and blunts the faulchion' 249 45| small hackney, hurrying sore, he went~Where Leo him awaited 250 46| courtesy, well tried~In a sore need, my fixt resolve did 251 46| with much ado~And labour sore the gentle courser scaled.~ 252 46| And after, how by sorrow sore bested,~In that to leave 253 46| long labour and 'mid vigil sore,~With her own fingers all 254 46| Child, unheeding aught:~So sore astounded is Rogero's brain;~ 255 46| disdainful warrior spied.~She in sore doubt her champion's fall 256 46| breast would wound;~And twice sore anguish felt the monarch, 257 46| Rogero; whom he smote so sore,~The stripling never was 258 46| Child was smit, and left so sore astound,~He, tripping still 259 46| thigh and gaping flank had sore~Weakened the vigour of the 260 46| flank shoved his breast, and sore~Strained him with all his