Canto

1    37| woe.'~Her turbid eyes then raising to the sky,~With joyous
2    42|    sated with the draught,~Raising his head the stranger knight
3    45|   night with all his host,~Raising his camp, from Save's green
4    46|   thrice his horrid front,~Raising as high as he could raise
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