Canto

 1     1|      weary warriors' wounds were cold --~Still smarting from those
 2     1|          heart no measure keeps,~Cold as the column which the
 3     1|      then ungrateful, stern, and cold.~ ~ LXXVI~With her left
 4     3|     genial stars lend warmth, or cold annoy,~Where Indus, Tagus,
 5     5|         burning heat or pinching cold,~And Albany, unseen and
 6     5|         one, to thee so kind, so cold to me.~But think not that
 7    10|          up the hare~In heat and cold, on shore, or mountain-height;~
 8    10| ceaseless tears deplore:~And, as cold water, on the cauldron shed,~
 9    10|         With face than snow more cold and white in hue:~But when
10    16|          coward paynim grew~More cold than ice, each Scot more
11    16|        from his sell,~Pallid and cold, upon the champaign fell.~ ~
12    18|           took up the play,~And, cold as asp, embraced the king:
13    18|       Which, with sharp piercing cold and blinding rain,~Afflicted
14    18|       from his sell~Lifeless and cold the reeling body fell.~ ~
15    23|  heart-core had been laid,~Waxed cold, and some deal shook the
16    24|     Zerbino, with pale face,~And cold as ice, remained in her
17    30|         moan,~And for her lover, cold and pale, complain,~Save
18    32|        st have won,~To deem that cold and darksome was the sun.~ ~
19    32|       those kings to please;~For cold and peevish blew the wintry
20    32|          sorer far than wind and cold dismayed~That lovely lady'
21    37|         worse~Offends Drusilla's cold and lifeless corse.~ ~ LXXIX~"
22    42|        with heat and quakes with cold,~Nor can he thrust the monster
23    42|         with one draught of that cold liquid drove~Out of his
24    43|           Which neither heat nor cold can take, my woe~Forgive,