Canto

 1     2|        by his bidding brought,~Waits his command in likeness
 2     4|    bushes, couched in thicket, waits the roe;~She without more
 3     7|   folds her to his breast,~Nor waits until the lady he undressed;~ ~
 4     9|       portal led, where Roland waits;~Who with a long and privy
 5    10|        the frigate hies,~Which waits them, and aboard the tender
 6    11|     next he takes in hold,~And waits the foe with constant heart
 7    18|      hence away!"~Nor horse he waits, nor carriage, nor, before~
 8    18|      host, which on his signal waits.~ ~ XXXIX~He these at Saint
 9    24|         besides all pain~Which waits such passion, well deserves
10    24|     the watch, whose eager eye~Waits on his wit, wheels quickly
11    35|       commended:~Then (for she waits not for an answer) speeds~
12    43|       that lord supplies,~That waits him with her crew, the warrior
13    43|       false sound,~He shrewdly waits his time till there should
14    46| thoughts they brew.~As the fox waits the motions of the hare,~