Canto

 1     1|       yet the weary warriors' wounds were cold --~Still smarting
 2     2| Gradasso breaks his spear,~He wounds the empty air, with fury
 3     6|   word.~ ~ XLIX~"Why touch my wounds, to aggravate my ill,~And
 4     7|   Italy with losses pined~And wounds, thy good descendants shall
 5    14|       he eyed,~Measured their wounds, and turned their bodies
 6    15|     power.~A hundred thousand wounds he had in strife~Received,
 7    18|    More than a hundred deadly wounds were given.~But reason,
 8    18|   dead espies,~While he views wounds, which Hector's hand alone~
 9    18|     sanguine smear~Of his two wounds, bade seek a leech in haste;~
10    19|      the more~The stripling's wounds were seen to heal and close:~
11    20|      brought,~Gored with deep wounds, beyond all remedy.~To Orontea
12    21|     There to repose until his wounds were healed.~ ~ XVIII~"While
13    21|  though yet smarting with his wounds and pined,~He dons his arms,
14    40|     brand;~Pierced with three wounds whereof he shortly died,~
15    41|     that cavalier,~Beside the wounds whereof I spake whilere.~ ~
16    46|    dyed red beheld,~And other wounds; and hoped he would have
17    46|        That, issuing from his wounds as from a font,~Streams