Canto

 1     1|      son she mourned~As dead, lamented still with tears and sighs,~
 2     3| Phoebus to his plaintive lyre lamented~The son, ill-trusted with
 3     6|      Ariodantes true,~Of late lamented weeping Scotland through;~ ~
 4     6|  cousin to the dame he wooed,~Lamented much the sad Astolpho, turned~
 5    20|    the isle behind,~Ere Crete lamented her calamity.~Next, uninhabited
 6    29|       was the maddening bowl,~Lamented sore his error, sad at soul.~ ~
 7    30|   daughter of King Stordilane~Lamented, besought him, woe-begone,~
 8    39|     the costly prey,~Had sore lamented and had grieved in vain,~
 9    41|    And Ida, and Ascanius long lamented,)~Till she a child should
10    44|    his cruel woe, when known,~Lamented than for sorrows of her