Parte,  Chap.

 1   I,   Commend|   whose sole beverage was the bitter brine~ Of thine own tears,
 2   I,        IX| sufficed to put an end to the bitter struggle and to all the
 3   I,      XIII|       garlands of cypress and bitter oleander. Each of them carried
 4   I,       XXI|      is, is engaged in a very bitter war with another as powerful
 5   I,     XXIII|     an outburst of weeping so bitter that we who listened to
 6   I,     XLIII|       so sweet and weeping so bitter, so she again asked her
 7   I,       LII|      Of death; he paid love's bitter penalty,~ And left the marble
 8  II,      VIII|    day, who, having written a bitter satire against all the courtesan
 9  II,      XVII|    the midsummer sun, and the bitter inclemency of the winter
10  II,     XVIII|       the~ sweet object of my bitter regrets!"~ ~ ~The student
11  II,     XXIII| accompanied by deep sighs and bitter sobs. I looked round, and
12  II,     XXXVI|      showed such ill-will and bitter spite against knights-errant,
13  II,     XXXIX|    has got yet to tell us the bitter part of this so far sweet
14  II,     XXXIX|      far sweet story."~ ~"The bitter is indeed to come," said
15  II,     XXXIX|       the countess; "and such bitter that colocynth is sweet
16  II,        LV|        after a night spent in bitter moanings and lamentations,