Canto

 1     1|   rested mute, ere he began his moan;~And then his piteous tale
 2     1|    awhile may weep and make her moan,~I will, unchecked by anger,
 3     8|    grisly sight, and choose but moan~The damsel bound upon the
 4    10|         as well the shriek, and moan, and prayers~Of sad Olympia,
 5    11|        faint and feeble was the moan.~When, turning to the left,
 6    15|          And hears his people's moan and dying screams,~With
 7    16|        side;~Heaven-high groan, moan, and lamentation rung,~And
 8    16|      unhappy wives and children moan,~Which share in the same
 9    17|       thus the dame persists to moan~More Norandino's danger
10    18|      shed),~And piteous act and moan, that might have whist~The
11    27|         not, in sun or shade to moan;~Yet not for that exhales
12    27|         Saracen pours forth his moan,~With rage against his liege
13    28|     secret woe which caused his moan;~All thought he had to Rome
14    30|       humid ray,~And that sweet moan, from lips more deeply dyed~
15    30| Doralice, herself, although she moan,~And for her lover, cold
16    43|     Christian church and empire moan,~Whose best defence in thee
17    45|      best she can, conceals her moan.~Oh! how -- oh! how much
18    46|        and benignly soothed his moan;~That good Rogero could