Canto

 1     4| field.~ ~ LX~"The king, sore grieving for Geneura bright,~For
 2    12|   captive damsel bears,~Sore grieving, and across the pommel laid;~
 3    14| sable, vents,~Throughout all grieving France, her loud laments.~ ~
 4    17|      from dame distrest;~And grieving, through the house, pale
 5    17|   might survey;~What time he grieving went afield before~The issuing
 6    22|     her stay,~Again upon the grieving dame bestowed:~But, for
 7    23|          She to seek out the grieving county flew,~And, prefacing
 8    32| delay;~She bent to slay her, grieving evermore,~Departs, and overtakes,
 9    32|   bed,~Armed as she is, th4e grieving damsel throws,~And that
10    40|    him old Sobrine,~Agramant grieving he had not believed,~What
11    40|      s wall,~Pray with their grieving people, and in tears,~Aye
12    43|      sorrow are Almayne,~And grieving France and Italy; and oh!~