Canto

 1     5|       deeply with another passion smit;~And make apparent to the
 2    16|     rolled,~In the right shoulder smit, on earth as well.~The advancing
 3    22| weightless blow abide,~But, as if smit by thunder, in a thought,~
 4    23|           who with steed had ever smit,~Now, as a pair of hinds
 5    24|           very place~Where he was smit, the Tartar in return;~But
 6    26|        they never fell.~The iron, smit by Balisarda shows~Like
 7    30|          in the very moment he is smit,~The sword -- for little
 8    30|           his Tartar foe.~ ~ LXVI~Smit was the Child by Mandricardo'
 9    43|    townswoman with love of me~Was smit; more sorely smitten none
10    43|           in her pain~Like woman, smit by evil demon, shrieks,~
11    44|    honours wealth, therewith more smit~Than any worldly thing beside,
12    46| shoulder-bone below~The Child was smit, and left so sore astound,~