Canto

 1    10| their every appetite.~So the keen hunter follows up the hare~
 2    11|    and nears the shore,~With keen desire more certain news
 3    12|      lair,~Escaping from the keen pursuer's chase.~Meantime
 4    14|   was his force and sword so keen!~ ~ CXXXI~This while, not
 5    15|    scissors lacked and razor keen,~He wanting these, resorted
 6    26|     galled~With one of those keen darts, Apollo's fee,~Given
 7    30|   the matter clear~With that keen sword, so many a champion'
 8    35|    so transfixed with Love's keen goad,~Who sighed for Monodante'
 9    41|    laid in rest their lances keen:~But I into too foul a fault
10    41|     parry with the faulchion keen.~When entered Brandimart
11    42|  than every other sword more keen,~So, in his fury grasped
12    44|      Fortune sped,~Or Love's keen anger, break my constant