Canto

 1     3|      Presses upon the circle's sacred round,~But, when they would
 2     3|        hopeless to relieve the sacred hold,~Sue to the neighbouring
 3     7|      me,~Signs in conjunction, sacred fibres, bred;~With what
 4    12| surprise;~And thinking her the sacred ring will hide,~Fears not
 5    14|    Calling those happy that in sacred dust~Were buried many and
 6    15|     years, Caligorant drew~The sacred relict from the palace divine:~
 7    17|   possest~In those days of the sacred heritage,~That God incarnate
 8    26|      to its keeping given,~The sacred keys which open Hell and
 9    33|     strain I told,~With volume sacred to Avernus' lake,~Or Norsine
10    35|        XVI~To Immortality 'tis sacred; there~A lovely nymph, that
11    35|      sordid lordlings, who~Let sacred Genius beg his daily bread;~
12    38|      martial fair.~ ~ XXIII~In sacred stole, pontifical, arraid,~
13    39|       the sudden flight~Of the sacred host, which fled in disarray,~
14    46|  Trivultia bright,~Bred in the sacred cavern, I with thee~Emilia