Canto

 1     9|    would rather shed~My very life-blood, than in Friesland wed.~ ~
 2    15|      sucked their brains and life-blood dry,~Casts forth their bones
 3    19|   young Medore,~Spouting his life-blood from so large a vein,~He
 4    19|      endued)~It stanched his life-blood, and his strength renewed;~ ~
 5    24| steed,~Though mighty loss of life-blood, which yet flows.~Now, when
 6    26|   One to the hilt has in his life-blood dyed~His faulchion, Francis
 7    27|     with head or throat with life-blood dyed.~ ~ XXI~Advancing,
 8    30|    from his head a stream of life-blood burst.~ ~ LXVII~Rogero was
 9    39|   body stained the wave with life-blood warm.~ ~ LXXXV~Him, that
10    41|   warrior's head~A stream of life-blood dyes the shingle red.~ ~
11    46| never while these veins with life-blood swell~Canst thou with her