Canto

 1     1|          XLVIII~While Sacripant laments him in this plight,~And
 2    10|         with many a sigh,~Often laments her that she cannot die.~ ~
 3    13|    green labyrinth without end,~Laments, and plucks the hair from
 4    14|       grieving France, her loud laments.~ ~ VIII~'Tis meet King
 5    14|          amid the swell~Of loud laments, Granada's dame to see,~
 6    18|         and uttered murmurs and laments;~But, as they could, their
 7    24|        In secret garden, and so laments the prize~Foregone, she
 8    25|    thinks she is indeed a maid,~Laments and sobs, with mighty woe
 9    25|         not support,~Still more laments herself, with grief opprest.~
10    28|         is her reply.~The Greek laments and sobs, and partly feigns:~` --
11    32|         Receiving of the youth, laments 'gan raise,~Which had from
12    33| foregone, with nought to cheer,~Laments, and sighs, and groans in
13    42|       nigh,~With him all France laments he thence should wend;~But
14    43|       yore."~ ~ CLXXV~These sad laments and more Orlando made;~And
15    45|      empty nest, or as the dove~Laments himself at having lost is
16    45|        XL~The unhappy Bradamant laments her so,~Fearing the Child