Canto

 1     5|     read.~Believing still, and yielding to my love,~I ceased not
 2     6|  prepared for fight.~ ~ XV~And yielding to his natural inclination,~
 3     6|      assigned,~And through the yielding water works his way.~Repentant
 4    10|        sea he spurred, through yielding air,~Whose briny waves the
 5    13|   plant will shoot,~Which into yielding soil has struck its root.~ ~
 6    14|      Calesians and the Picards yielding,~And troops of Normandy
 7    14|      For the point pierced the yielding corslet through,~And lifeless
 8    14| victory reaps other gain,~Than yielding up himself a thrall to her,~(
 9    15|       extends, as yet unknown,~Yielding no passage to the sun and
10    16|      so basely quit the field,~Yielding so vilely to so vile a foe?~
11    19|      spin,~On bark or rock, if yielding were the stone,~The knife
12    20|   reasons, and so wrought,~The yielding senate granted what she
13    23|         The hippogryph through yielding aether flew;~And next the
14    24|       the darksome vault;~But, yielding to superior force, I read~
15    24|    traitor in the end,~Almonio yielding, yet as ill content:~For
16    26| Availed, which opened like the yielding rhind:~The weapon pierced
17    26|      high in air, loud cried,~(Yielding herself for dead) that bonnibel.~
18    27|      LVII~Saying the Count, in yielding to his foe~That sword, the
19    33|      his place;~To Berengarius yielding his domains,~Who, repossest
20    36|       Will die; but strive, in yielding up my breath,~She too shall
21    42|        Angelique supplied;~How yielding up herself to a young Moor,~