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 1     1|       mischief sore~Endured in wounded arm or foot which bled;~
 2     5|        the ghost.~ ~ XLI~"With wounded heart, and faltering voice,
 3     7| squadron set upon;~This one he wounded, and that other slew,~And,
 4    12|     She reached, where, sorely wounded in mid breast,~Between two
 5    16|      bears in him a dart,~Like wounded stag, whichever way he flees;~
 6    16|        While, of the thousands wounded by the Moor,~Is none that
 7    16|   death, a glorious force,~And wounded in his flanks the prince'
 8    16|  Bambirago dies;~And next sore wounded is Sir Soridane;~Who had
 9    17|  course with bold Ombruno run,~Wounded the unhappy warrior in mid-face,~
10    18|        twain;~Two stunned, one wounded, the four others slain.~ ~
11    18|        his court.~ ~ LXX~Here, wounded, he remained some days before~
12    18|       not as yet, since he was wounded, stirred;~Who at his brother'
13    18|     unharmed: among that herd,~Wounded is this behind, and that
14    18|      of their own distrest,~As wounded or as ill at ease; but more~
15    19|  confest,~His lance uplifting, wounded overhand~The unhappy suppliant
16    19|       all in fine she slew,~Or wounded every one she smote so sore,~
17    20|        Where Isabella, who had wounded sore~Zerbino's heart, was
18    21|  despised and odious crone,~He wounded sore, and writhing with
19    21|    near~His comrade's fort was wounded by a foe;~Where often, uninvited
20    21|          XVIII~"While there he wounded lay, upon some need~It chanced
21    23|     where the young Medore~Lay wounded, and was here supremely
22    23|       young Medore,~Grievously wounded with an arrow; where,~In
23    23|     Love in her heart the lady wounded more,~And kindled from small
24    24|     prince obtains,~Him he has wounded in seven parts or eight,~
25    25|       But since the day, that, wounded by a Moor~In the head (a
26    25|        you before;~How she was wounded in the wood, and how,~For
27    26|       in front~Rogero has sore wounded Rodomont.~ ~ CXXIII~Rogero'
28    26|        Next takes farewell and wounded Aldigier;~Their services
29    27|     are prisoners to the Moor:~Wounded beneath his better shoulder
30    29|     read,~Seeks to appease his wounded spirit in vain.~He builds
31    30|      Fate forbade, that he who wounded lay~To her his plighted
32    30|        serpent, never so~Raged wounded lion, as in fell despite~
33    30|        them diligently lay~The wounded warrior in his tent, and
34    31|        no, how Rogero lay~Sore wounded, and as yet in evil case.~
35    32|     combat dead.~And how, sore wounded by the Tartar's sword,~Above
36    35|        return, who was whilere~Wounded by jealousy with cruel sting.~
37    41| hostile three.~Sobrino is left wounded in the strife;~Gradasso
38    41|     and in the warrior's rear,~Wounded upon the hocks in such fierce
39    42|     the day that weighty stone~Wounded thy forehead with such grievous
40    42|         through his mail,~Sore wounded in more places than is said;~
41    42|   between the eyes;~Yet so the wounded knight his spirits manned,~
42    42|       Which from his flank and wounded visage rained,~Long since
43    42|      upon,~Or shift withal his wounded foot, and so~Benumbed and
44    42| survived; but little light~The wounded monarch had, amid much shade:~
45    43|   Oliviero, where~He sits with wounded foot, he makes repair.~ ~
46    46|       and press.~ ~ CXXXII~His wounded thigh and gaping flank had
47    46|  freely spring,~And where most wounded was the warrior, prest~The