Canto

 1     5|   new vigour gained,~I in my inmost bosom felt the flame;~And
 2     5|     a chill~Went through his inmost bones; and sick at heart,~
 3     5|      guilty call:~For in his inmost soul such sorrow bred~The
 4    12| thundering fares~Through the inmost palace, seeking still his
 5    18|     time to go;~And from his inmost bosom groaned and sighed,~
 6    21|    She her old vices, in her inmost breast,~Ransacks for what
 7    23|   oft assailed,~She from her inmost heart profoundly sighed,~
 8    25|     flame,~Breathed from her inmost breast, with burning eyes,~
 9    25|     mouth she kist.~If to my inmost heart the arrow goes,~Which
10    32|     pain,~Such cruel woe her inmost bosom stirred,~From falling
11    42|      for fight,~Feels in his inmost veins such freezing fear,~