Canto

 1     2|     so the traitor's troubled fancy rack~Fear, doubt, and his
 2     3|    painful tale.~Chew on fair fancy's food: Nor deem unmeet~
 3     6| thought upon:~In her my every fancy, every hope~Centered and
 4     7|      has she, thou makest thy fancy's queen,~More than what
 5     8|       now there, the restless fancy sped,~Now turned, now seized,
 6     8|  which he in Love's toils his fancy fed:~Of those bright eyes,
 7     8|       In such a mode upon his fancy pressed,~He, thundering,
 8    14| damsel laid.~ ~ LXV~Now lofty Fancy, which one course to run~
 9    25|      rill:~So is the damsel's fancy still possest,~In sleep,
10    25|       her I would not make my fancy's queen;~For hopeless love
11    27|       to thought the Sarzan's fancy flies,~Himself removed from
12    29|       ever on one thought her fancy beat:~If any mode, if any
13    32|  Arles conveyed.~Well may you fancy with what joy and glee~The
14    32|       with this empty hope my fancy feed,~Me in perpetual bondage