Canto

 1     1|     enamored damsel braids her tresses.~ ~ XLIII~"But wanton hands
 2     3|   ungirt, and with dishevelled tresses.~ ~ IX~"O generous Bradamant,"
 3     5|        upon a snowy ground,~My tresses gathered in a golden net,~
 4     5|      And in despite her golden tresses shed;~Repeating often, in
 5     7|   knows,~With long and knotted tresses; to the eye~Not yellow gold
 6     8|       gathers up her feet.~Her tresses, which the breeze still
 7     8|   adieu;~But when, with golden tresses streaming-free,~The sun
 8    10|        beat her bosom, and her tresses tore,~And looked (the moon
 9    10|     lock by lock the scattered tresses rends.~ ~ XXXIV~She to the
10    11|      below;~Who, gazing on her tresses, eyes, and brow,~Feels that
11    14|    wreathed about with flaming tresses, shine.~These at the foemen
12    16|     two bright eyes and lovely tresses please:~Beneath which beauties
13    25|       many a turn,~And in long tresses wound about her brow,~Wide
14    25|       short to the mid-ear her tresses bright,~Excepting sex and
15    25|        her face, sometimes her tresses tears,~And levels at herself
16    25|       For cure, were shorn the tresses from her brow;~ ~ XLVIII~"
17    32|      bosoms fair;~She rent the tresses of her golden hair.~ ~ XVIII~"
18    32| clustering close, her prisoned tresses lay,~She with the helmet
19    32|  widely spread~Were the bright tresses which the hermit shore,~
20    32|       Many, as well as I, long tresses wear,~Yet are not therefore
21    38|    beat her breast, her golden tresses rent:~Fast, scalding tears
22    43|      Made new assault upon her tresses bright,~As if the fault