Canto

 1     1|      angry cry,~And spurs, and lays his levelled lance in rest.~
 2     7|    cast,~They read the amorous lays of ages past:~ ~ XXXII~Now
 3    12|       mean Noritia's king, who lays his lance~In rest against
 4    18|       rends, and swallows, and lays dead~The feeble flock, which
 5    19|       a Scotchman's brain,~And lays the warrior dead upon the
 6    22|        I dare to censure in my lays,~For so the story wills
 7    22|  through Hungary by the Danube lays~His course, and as his horse
 8    23|     poor Medoro, can but in my lays,~As recompence, for ever
 9    26|         With mighty heart, and lays his weapon low;~And he,
10    28|      from the table rose:~Then lays him on his bed, till from
11    30|     splits the solid bone, and lays him dead.~ ~ VIII~Then leaping
12    31|      wretched man despair, and lays him low!~ ~ VI~O' cruel
13    33|        Yet draws not sword nor lays a lance in rest:~All, save
14    34|        Picks stones, and trees lays level with his brand,~Which
15    34|   lungs had burst,~Saw fulsome lays by venal poets versed.~ ~
16    39|       Apennine his shaggy back lays bare,~Two turbid torrents
17    45| Sounded in Grecian or in Latin lays.~Was any such in other points
18    46|       elegies, some verses gay~Lays lyric or heroic; singers
19    46|       with both hands outright~Lays at Rogero's helm with all