Canto

 1     1|      the fruit?~Bare words and looks scarce cheered my hopeless
 2     4|           XLVIII~She on Rogero looks with stedfast eyes~As long
 3     5|  infamy.~But each to the other looks, and to this hour~No champion
 4    11| collected in himself, the peer~Looks proudly on, unchanged in
 5    11|        the monster brought.~He looks, and known to him the dame
 6    11|       opening~His cloudy veil, looks out amid the rain.~And as
 7    12|       window hears a call,~And looks, and thinks he hears that
 8    12|     abide?"~Roland draws back, looks upward, and with ire,~Missing
 9    16|   bleeds,~There is not one who looks him in the face.~Throughout
10    17|     her woes, with pitying eye~Looks on, and pines, -- and only
11    19|      has no eyes,~Nor with his looks can satisfy her sight.~Nor
12    19|    thousand hearts, a thousand looks grow pale.~ ~ LXXXII~The
13    20|       they stand~With downcast looks, a mute and mournful band.~ ~
14    22|     that hour.~ ~ XXXII~Rogero looks on Bradamant, and she~Looks
15    22|    looks on Bradamant, and she~Looks on Rogero in profound surprise~
16    27|            XLIX~In that, which looks towards the western sun,~
17    27|   downcast eyes,~He never once looks any in the face.~Next, after
18    31|  knight below.~From the bridge looks his lady, sore bested,~And
19    31| himself to flight,~The monarch looks about him and espies~His