Canto

 1    18|   poor, the king and vassal's corse,~And overthrown the rider
 2    21|      sword from this polluted corse,~Delivered, let my spotless
 3    24|     LXXXVI~On the ensanguined corse, in sorrow drowned,~The
 4    28|    the fair,~Charged with the corse of her Zerbino dear:~I left
 5    30|       on the bank her mangled corse.~ ~ V~And he, who could
 6    34|       seems in motion, like a corse,~Upon whose wasted form
 7    37|      hot,~Seeks to offend her corse that feels it not.~ ~ LXXVIII~"
 8    37|  Drusilla's cold and lifeless corse.~ ~ LXXIX~"And, for he venteth
 9    37|    Wherein it lay, Drusilla's corse is borne;~Her with her lord
10    42|  content,~Till he his mangled corse had dragged and shent.~ ~
11    43|       repair~That brought the corse of either paynim knight,~
12    43|    louder grew~Orlando to the corse approached more nigh,~And
13    43|      go~Till from the wearied corse her soul expires;~And builds
14    46| Loosed from the more than icy corse, to font~Of fetid Acheron,