Canto

 1     5| the courser come in storm,~Halts not, in his desire to make
 2     9|     Whose ready will ne'er halts in doing good,~Briefly to
 3    12|   from their sight.~Ferrau halts not, and Roland fast pursues,~
 4    18|  foe,~Where bold Marsilius halts the flower of Spain,~And
 5    25| from my fort;~And my power halts where my desire is strong.~
 6    28|     of his sorrow bred,~He halts on Arbia's and on Arno's
 7    32|    her church's pale.~Time halts not more with him to foreign
 8    33|    That, bound for Naples, halts upon its way:~As an ill-nourished
 9    42| behind the hellish monster halts,~Who in a thought upon the
10    43|    his round~The stripling halts, before he stops elsewhere;~
11    46| trickling tears.~Young Leo halts, to hear his speech intent;~