Canto

 1     3|       to my verse, to soar the pitch I scheme?~Since fiercer
 2     7|        A horse more black than pitch; for so the dame~Counselled,
 3    14|      sore~With nitre, sulphur, pitch, and turpentine!~Nor idle
 4    14|     all over paid~With swarthy pitch, in plenty intertwine.~Though
 5    17|       XXVIII~"We our pavilions pitch, and, 'mid those groves,~
 6    18|        A stain more black than pitch he cast upon~His name: through
 7    24|    roomy, and well closed with pitch.~ ~ XCIII~So, compassing
 8    29|      and sage,~And to the real pitch of honour fly.~That to their
 9    29|      And would into that river pitch the knight.~She, conversant
10    32|  lament?~Which makes me soar a pitch so passing high,~I reach
11    33|       with a deeper black than pitch had dyed~Their honour, heretofore
12    34|     nose and eyes.~Ranker than pitch and sulphur is the stench,~
13    34|      fumes that from the sable pitch arose,~Not only what appeared
14    36|       pair,~Till to the utmost pitch of fury wrought~The fell
15    37|       ill they know,~To such a pitch would mount the female name,~
16    37|     part:~Yet reacheth not its pitch, nor such its flight,~But
17    37|        our lord's fury to such pitch arose,~Now is there one
18    37|        tower, upon its topmost pitch.~Fearlessly thither pricked
19    40| blended;~But when lit sulphur, pitch and tar from side~And poop
20    42|       youths at equal distance pitch,~I' the middle, tables for
21    43|        whilere --~Even to such pitch thy glorious fame should
22    46|        peace or war its master pitch)~Was in the world, before