Canto

 1     1|     valiant peer,~The ancient root of thine illustrious race.~
 2     1|      heart and rankles at its root!~What's left to me," he
 3     5|   that another love had taken root~In her, whose every fond
 4     5|      must know,~That from the root although the trunk be hewed,~
 5     5|   your foolish passion is the root!~You think yourself beloved;
 6     5|       vain;~And say, as I the root shall manifest~Of my good
 7     6|      myrtle shook from top to root.~ ~ XXXII~Next drops were
 8    13|   this while~From their first root my troubles should rehearse.~
 9    13|    praise of all who from thy root ascend,~Too long my tale
10    13|       sprung from the ancient root of Aragon,~I of the gorgeous
11    13|  yielding soil has struck its root.~ ~ LXX~"As tin by silver,
12    14|     lady's name),~Who, at the root of an old ash tree laid,~
13    21|       Apennine,~With its fast root the rock as deeply cleaves,~
14    27| searched their quarrel to the root,~Would fain accord them;
15    30|     disastrous quarrel is the root;~Another moves the king
16    33|   Italian fields its withered root.~ ~ XI~"King Pharamond so
17    33|     plucked the golden lily's root.~ ~ XLII~"Behold the Frank
18    46|     knew far distant from its root,~With many a branch between,