Canto

 1    14|      bore that any, from the murderous strife~Of that scared rabble,
 2    14|      fierce crackling of the murderous flame.~No more of this,
 3    16|   For the Scots only ply the murderous spear;~Only the scattered
 4    19| thither, whence was shot the murderous reed;~Meanwhile he launched
 5    19|     the patron how a crew~Of murderous women tenanted that shore,~
 6    20|    havoc dread with fire and murderous brand,~Leaving no man alive,
 7    20|          XXXVI~"To that foul murderous shore by chance did fare,~
 8    20|     him not 'scape by such a murderous deed;~But, if he would,
 9    20|    Than being captive to the murderous horde.~ ~ CXXXVII~The beldam,
10    23|      Who was the doer of the murderous deed.~ ~ XLI~The hag to
11    26|      As many men as feel the murderous brand~Are from the saddle
12    26|      that day restrained the murderous blow,~Because thou hadst
13    33|     in France will reign,~By murderous steel will see their people
14    34|      other place,~As (hiding murderous hate, while I implore)~I
15    36|    it half buried lies, with murderous blow:~Away the enchanted
16    37|    his own hand inflicts the murderous blow.~Stript ignominiously
17    42|  with less licence plied the murderous sword.~Enough for thee thy
18    45|      be twirled.~Some on the murderous block have well-nigh died,~