Parte,  Chap.

 1   I,       XXV|      that all those poets who sang the praises of ladies under
 2   I,     XXVII|   likely quarters for one who sang so well; for though it is
 3   I,     XXVII|    search of the musician who sang with so fine a voice; but
 4   I,    XXXVII|   that was our day, when they sang in the air, 'Glory to God
 5   I,      XLII|       imagine who it was that sang so sweetly, and the voice
 6  II,         I|       him. The great poet who sang her beauty, the famous Ariosto,
 7  II,   XXXVIII|    uninjured. Another time he sang:~ ~Come Death, so subtly
 8  II,      XLVI|     hoarse but full-toned, he sang the following ballad, which
 9  II,        LI|      penalties upon those who sang lewd or loose songs either
10  II,      LXIX|      which he himself played, sang in a sweet and clear voice
11  II,       LXX| excellent voice; but what you sang did not seem to me very