Canto

 1     1|      long journey, weary and forlorn.~He questions Sacripant,
 2     2|     cliffs, and passes least forlorn;~And took the way (love
 3     7|  Aymon's daughter by the way~Forlorn and wandering: Bradamant
 4     8|     cliff, from path to path forlorn,~A rugged, lone, inhospitable
 5    15|     children; when the babes forlorn~They from the claws of two
 6    16|    that I should term a race forlorn,~Who but deserved to die
 7    19|   himself, pursued the youth forlorn;~But all his schemes were
 8    19|  Ferrau, O ye thousand more, forlorn,~Unsung, who wrought a thousand
 9    20| years the lonely women lived forlorn:~Then found that hurtful
10    20|  rained in fury on the troop forlorn,~They feared at last to
11    25|      longing only is of hope forlorn.~ ~ XXXV~" `It 'twas thy
12    34|     so that knight, of grace forlorn,~That twice and more in
13    37|    our kinsmen and ourselves forlorn,~If they come hither, or
14    45|     of my every good at once forlorn?~Ah! if I will not bear