Canto

 1     1|   tide,~And vanished was his fresh and healthful hue,~While
 2     1|  LVIII~"No! I will pluck the fresh and morning rose,~Which,
 3     2|   vassals calls~To gather in fresh victual, and recruit~And
 4     6|     and garlands wear~Of the fresh leaf. Him these in courteous
 5     7|     large the breast;~Where, fresh and firm, two ivory apples
 6    10|  fourteen,~Was beautiful and fresh, and like a rose,~When this
 7    10| Whose tongue collected still fresh cause for blame.~Meanwhile,
 8    15| repair;~Thinking, while such fresh youth was yet her own,~'
 9    16|     a wearied crew~Withdraw, fresh files their fellows reinforce:~
10    18|   and by slow, addrest,~That fresh upon the day of joust the
11    20| Clytemnestra born;~Like lily fresh (he numbered eighteen years)~
12    27|     compeer,~And on the fire fresh food and fuel threw,~And
13    28|    of spring, the maid~Was a fresh flower that scarce began
14    33|    where France prepares for fresh career,~And to repair her
15    42|  quadrangle meet,~There is a fresh and plenteous fountain,
16    43|   that land.~ ~ CLXVI~With a fresh wind, that in their favour
17    46|  Those kindred branches that fresh know to view.~With equal