Canto

 1     4|      fight apart;~And hence an arrow drank her virgin blood.~'
 2     8|       him tight;~Who seemed an arrow parted from the string,~
 3     9|       upon his foe~Faster than arrow flies from bended bow:~ ~
 4    11|     stripling heats his golden arrow's head~At her bright eyes,
 5    15|       wind~And thunderbolt and arrow leaves behind: --~ ~ XLI~
 6    19|         Ambushed, his sharpest arrow to his bow~Fits, and directs
 7    19|     who had done the deed)~The arrow reached -- transfixed the
 8    23|     Grievously wounded with an arrow; where,~In little space
 9    25|      If to my inmost heart the arrow goes,~Which Love directs,
10    26|      such a furious course,~An arrow had not reached the flying
11    39|     hand, dismay;~For stone or arrow following in his rear,~Permit
12    40| England's peer,~With sling and arrow so the Moors to gall,~That