Canto

 1     2| spreading wide its veil of dusky dye,~Throughout the world, discolours
 2     5|         with sorrow of so deep a dye,~That, bent to follow him,
 3     7|        sand;~That, saving in its dye, was of the sort~Which bishops
 4     7|         tender cheek the mingled dye~Is scattered, of the lily
 5     8|         visage was of death-like dye.~"Misericord! father," when
 6    12|         the heavens with various dye,~And Stars had cast their
 7    17|        showy cloths of different dye,~Which deck the walls, while
 8    18|       the water with that bloody dye,~He thought that he beheld
 9    20|        her veil of dim and dingy dye;~Scarcely Lycaon's child,
10    20|         was his cheek of crimson dye,~Such shame Zerbino felt
11    23|         morn, Aurora stains with dye~Red, white, and yellow,
12    31|          armour with a different dye;~Sable was Aquilant's, white
13    32|        all human sins of deepest dye~Be fell ingratitude; if
14    33|     earth is tinged with crimson dye.~Flooded with human gore
15    33|          a female face of pallid dye,~And seven in number are
16    34|       prefer it to our emerald's dye.~As fair the foliage of
17    34|       polished stone of sanguine dye.~O mighty wonder! O Daedalian
18    41|        and smeared with sanguine dye,~And Roland, all from head
19    43|         it is stained with other dye~Against his will, in mode
20    43|          at eve is the acanthus' dye~Or lily's, which were plucked
21    45|       seen to blanch with sickly dye;~Because, as one that measured
22    45|        gentlest maid, of fairest dye,~And boldest that hath been,