Canto

 1     1|       trace.~And this is what the weeping monarch rued,~And this he
 2     2|           degree;~But melancholy, weeping, and distressed,~As one
 3     4|           alas! poor wight,"~(The weeping necromancer answer made,)~"
 4     4|            LXX~But woe begone and weeping was the maid~As ever damsel
 5     6| Ariodantes true,~Of late lamented weeping Scotland through;~ ~ IV~
 6     8|         Thus, with loud sobs, the weeping lady cried,~When she beheld
 7    10|          his marrow burned; when, weeping sore~The fate of her unhappy
 8    10|           me" (did she say,~Still weeping) "ere the orc awake again.~
 9    11|       Melicerta on her shoulders, weeping~Ino, and Nereids with dishevelled
10    11|             I know not (cried the weeping dame) if I~Have thanks to
11    12|             entreating cries, and weeping sore,~"More than for life
12    14|           many a widow's eye,~Who weeping and attired in sable, vents,~
13    16|          action to the word, sore weeping, cried:~"Dear lord, is this
14    18|           draw-bridge high:~Part, weeping and with deathlike visage,
15    20|          of courtesy,~Not without weeping, kist him and embraced.~
16    23|        Zerbino's guilt.~ ~ L~And, weeping, with raised hands, was
17    24|        thither her conveyed.~Sore weeping came the old woman, and
18    25|       accompanied some way,~Then, weeping, to her castle made return.~
19    26|         red and wet~From her long weeping, sighing deeply, cried,~
20    28|           him, night and day,~Aye weeping, to her lord the lady reads;~
21    28|            let be~Thy sorrows' -- weeping with her evermore --~`So
22    34|    troubled cavern heard rebound,~Weeping and wailing, and eternal
23    35|           She that still held her weeping visage low,~Turned her,
24    40|           the foe,~Stood mute and weeping, overwhelmed with woe.~ ~
25    40|          Rimedont;~Who stood with weeping eyes and drooping front.~ ~
26    42|         helped (so woe begone~Was weeping Olivier, and brought so
27    43|     CLXVIII~There stands Bardino, weeping o'er the bier,~Who under
28    43|        eyes suffused and red with weeping shows.~Nor wears a gladder
29    46|         nearer, now~He fronts the weeping warrior, face to face,~Greets