Canto

 1    13|     by laurel evergreen, as shorn~Of light, stained glass
 2    19| handle dyed her blade.~Here shorn of arms, and there of head,
 3    25|   her head she bore:~Hence, shorn, she wandered through the
 4    25|     and how,~For cure, were shorn the tresses from her brow;~ ~
 5    33|   appear of vaunted virtues shorn;~ ~ XXIX~"And if illustrious
 6    37|     Ulania, with her mantle shorn~By Marganor, amid her moaning
 7    37| they their raiment thus had shorn,~Had beat them, and had
 8    39|  clean asunder~The sapling, shorn of two cloth-yards and more,~
 9    40|   And, like cloth shred and shorn, the paynims round~In fury
10    40|      That oftentimes on the shorn brambles there~Hang their
11    41|   should from his neck have shorn;~But this forbids that armour,
12    43|     long, ere by the Parcae shorn~Was her life's thread: already