Canto

 1    10|     A bit, to guide him and restrain his course.~ ~ LXVII~She
 2    17|    not love for you my will restrain,~By the eternal gods, I
 3    19|      fraught with virtue to restrain~The crimson blood forth-welling,
 4    20|   How many women can he not restrain?~If our ten champions had
 5    22| more than rope is needed to restrain)~Who after their astounded
 6    23|  without bit his motions to restrain.~Brimfull of rage and choler,
 7    27|     rugged cliff, the steed restrain;~Till, traversing the French
 8    27|    little wit their fury to restrain;~Who had well-nigh too dear
 9    32|   plaints no longer able to restrain,~So vents the maid parforce
10    40|     Sobrino's words his arm restrain.~ ~ XXXVII~"What victory,
11    42|     somewhat thus her grief restrain;~Which having vent in some
12    46|     crimsoned arms, nor can restrain~The greater portion of those