Canto

 1     1|   knight,~Behold a warrior threads the forest hoar.~The stranger'
 2    13|   Meseems that I have many threads to clear~In the great web
 3    25| his subtle ties;~Who other threads for me would vainly weave.~'
 4    26|  secure upon his front,~He threads the Alps, and makes their
 5    33|   good horse the greenwood threads, and lies~At last within
 6    34|  Sees the Fates spin their threads, and earthward makes.~ ~ ~
 7    34| LXX~The chariot, towering, threads the fiery sphere,~And rises
 8    34|   be brought.~The choicest threads are culled for Paradise,~
 9    36|   To her Rogero, circling, threads his way,~And says: "Unless
10    42|     which~Scatters in many threads its watery sheet,~'Tis here