Canto

 1     2|    mocking at your fierce and fruitless fight.~Sure it were better,
 2     2|       threats in vain.~There (fruitless every hope to foil his art)~
 3     4|       as she follows him with fruitless care,~Not longer flight
 4     5|       I promise to forego the fruitless chase~Of one, to thee so
 5     7|     her cherished friend with fruitless care,~Divided by such space
 6    11|   hurried here and there with fruitless speed:~But when he had recalled
 7    12|   while, as here and there in fruitless pain~He moves, oppressed
 8    12|      now that she sought with fruitless care,~Before she lit on
 9    13| XXVIII~"When I perceived that fruitless was my prayer,~And that
10    15|      the enchanted wight.~The fruitless blow Orrilo does deride,~
11    17|      The paynim's labour is a fruitless task,~Of arms so hard Sir
12    18|     The Moor smote first, but fruitless was his task,~Who beat in
13    20| lamentations nothing aid,~And fruitless are the many tears they
14    20| request my life of thee,~(For fruitless would, I know, be the demand)~
15    22|    Yet labours evermore, with fruitless pain~And care, to find the
16    23|   strife~Than piteous cry and fruitless prayer for life.~ ~ V~When
17    23|     Roland for two days, with fruitless pain,~Follow him, without
18    23|       oft, by many wooed with fruitless pain,~Beauteous Angelica,
19    25|       studies to divert, with fruitless pain,~The strange and mad
20    31|      Moor;~After she long and fruitless search had made,~At length
21    37|   Fixes his teeth in it, with fruitless spire;~Or as the mastiff