Canto

 1    10|   Thence, with Bireno, where a tent was pight~In pleasant place,
 2    14|     and angry cries,~About the tent, wherein Troyano's son~They
 3    17|      every hand,~Through empty tent and hut the monarch wends:~
 4    18|        in her naked arms: with tent,~Christian or Saracen, was
 5    27|         When from the Tartar's tent an angry strain~Is heard,
 6    27|      conferred,~From the other tent, between the Sarzan Moor~
 7    27|     heard whilere~In the other tent, what time they laboured
 8    30|     The wounded warrior in his tent, and there~Is evermore beside
 9    31|         And scatters booth and tent in his career.~ ~ LIV~Is
10    31|      the field had pitched his tent.~ ~ XC~Nay; when he hears
11    44|   imperial ensigns spread, and tent~And white pavilion, thronged
12    45|   Where Leo him awaited in his tent.~ ~ LXXXIII~Twice in fraternal
13    45|    horse, and sallied from his tent;~(He takes no leave, and
14    46| pavilion, booth, and bower and tent.~ ~ LXXVI~The weird Melissa
15    46|        away;~And of the costly tent, through air conveyed,~For
16    46|       Weary of Tyber, bore the tent of old.~Melissa from his