Canto

 1     1|      high,~His warlike prowess puts to present test;~Cuts short
 2     2|      with lifted blade;~And he puts forth his buckler made of
 3     5|       slumbers, seize~What she puts off, and be it still your
 4     6|  through~All this fair garden, puts in disarray~This thing or
 5     9|      To meet Bireno's squadron puts to sea,~And (so chance willed)
 6    13|   hears the piteous woes.~Next puts to death the felons with
 7    15| without~Loss to his followers, puts the foe to rout.~ ~ II~You,
 8    16|       by one father; -- and so puts upon~The knight, that he
 9    16|         smites, o'erturns, and puts to death.~ ~ LXVI~Sir, think
10    17|        the blow;~And, smiting, puts to the last agony~Sidonia'
11    18|        Marphisa, she her brand~Puts up, and terminates the cruel
12    18|     Nor all the livelong night puts off his arms.~ ~ CLXIV~That
13    20|        Gabrina's cause, in ire~Puts upon young Zerbino scathe
14    29|     hand and now that other he puts out,~To take new hold, where
15    31|        to their strife Rinaldo puts an end;~He shows himself
16    32|    first her shield,~And after puts her polished casque away,~
17    33|      who not alone repels,~But puts the foe to flight, and routs
18    37|      things revolves, accepts, puts by;~Or, as of doubtful issue,
19    38|     That in the Saviour wholly puts his trust!~The stones beyond
20    41|     need;~But hopes (his anger puts him so in heart)~To change
21    43|   faith I nursed at heart, she puts to flight.~She 'gan commending
22    44|    rests his spear;~And, as he puts his courser to his speed,~
23    46|        on Hell's mighty dragon puts the rein,~And at her pleasure