Canto

 1    14|      wall of crimson blood.~ ~  CXXII~He drops the shield; and
 2    17|         more brightly shine?~ ~ CXXII~"-- But did not love for
 3    18|         the post maintained.~ ~ CXXII~He, at the first approach,
 4    20|        sovereign cowardice.~ ~  CXXII~"And of what stamp would
 5    23|         from mouth and eyes.~ ~ CXXII~When he can give the rein
 6    26|        presumptuous thought.~ ~ CXXII~Discord, believing nothing
 7    27|      world's eternal curse!"~ ~ CXXII~These plaints and countless
 8    33| brandished faulchion smites.~ ~ CXXII~At croup or collar now he
 9    37|     Arles, the tale pursue.~ ~  CXXII~Throughout all that and
10    43|    well-nigh was dispossest;~ ~ CXXII~"And finally resolved to
11    46|     helm with all his might.~ ~ CXXII~With that excessive force,