Canto

 1     6|        which rages in his veins,~Caught from the heavy corslet's
 2     8|       has the quivering radiance caught,~The flashes through the
 3     9|         net wherewith I might be caught.~ ~ XLVII~"Yet him a cruel
 4     9|   preserves alive the game first caught,~That by the call-bird and
 5    13|          them without resistance caught,~Fast with a rope their
 6    15|      with this he Mars and Venus caught,~Who, hands and feet, were
 7    18|         by him no other might be caught,~She from his path would
 8    19|        And recollects a herb had caught her sight~In passing hither,
 9    23|          might be safely hidden, caught,~And, grieved at heart,
10    23|          the paynim king Orlando caught,~And strained against his
11    23| struggling, is but more securely caught.~Orlando passes thither,
12    25|          the waves, a naked maid~Caught on the fish-hook of a Faun,
13    27|         courser stay.~At last he caught him; but no more could spell~
14    36|     ceased not from his task; he caught,~By hand or arm, the fiercely
15    39|      circled here and there, and caught~Upon his weapon's shaft
16    41|         hand, him Brandimart had caught;~Already had unlaced the
17    43|     herself, that was so quickly caught.~I know not, had she tempted
18    43|          the stroke I might have caught,~And with my head, as with
19    46|       squires at his commandment caught,~And saddled, and to good
20    46|      neck he with strong arm has caught,~And gripes and grapples