Canto

 1     1|     with his mournful wailings rent a stone.~And so he sighed
 2     5|        away a heart not simply rent,~But dead and withered with
 3     6|      stick to feed the chimney rent,~Where scanty pith ill fills
 4     7|   pavilion, lodging, booth, or rent,~And this, mid foot or horsemen,
 5     8|     that the sea-shore was not rent,~When she was placed upon
 6     8|  flowers, and trees uptore and rent.~Not with the rage with
 7     9|        from me was my dominion rent;~Through him, my father
 8    10|   every other good from me was rent? --~Thee would I not, thou
 9    10|       from Brunello's hand had rent,~And which, to snatch him
10    12|       her late quitted, having rent her hair,~And marked cheeks,
11    17|    blow addrest,~It would have rent and torn the iron mask,~
12    22| Gryphon's thought.~ ~ LXXXV~It rent and tore the veil which
13    23|     armour which the chief had rent~From young Zerbino but the
14    23|     fine; and next his vest~He rent; and, in his fury, naked
15    28|       day and night, her bosom rent,~Was such, that lady neither
16    29|      So stretched his arms, he rent his prey in twain.~ ~ LVI~
17    32|   divine, and bosoms fair;~She rent the tresses of her golden
18    38|     breast, her golden tresses rent:~Fast, scalding tears her
19    42|      thought, which racked and rent his heart,~Rinaldo wends
20    43|    wend to France, with goodly rent~Would gift, and Galerana'
21    44|        On him with shouts that rent the heavens they cried,~