Canto

 1     5|      stair,~When him I to my longing arms would call,~From the
 2    10|   but to relate~The truth, a longing in Bireno bred~The sight
 3    12|   sore,~Yet not for that his longing satisfies;~Nor can imagine
 4    17|      who wound~Homeward; and longing sore, till evening stayed.~
 5    23|     stung me, and in me such longing bred,~Which of thee to our
 6    25|    gather from the thorn:~My longing only is of hope forlorn.~ ~
 7    28|     palm his own;~And such a longing seized the Lombard king~
 8    32|  LXXIV~Such transport as the longing gallant cheers,~About to
 9    39| grieved in vain,~Gazing with longing eyes on that array.~Now
10    43|     marvel in the dame, then longing, bred~That gentle dog: she