Canto

 1     8|       blade,~Amid that crowd, hang idle at his side:~He passed
 2    13| approach the dame divine,~And hang with votive images her shrine.~ ~
 3    14|        For his first fault to hang, offending more.~ ~ XXI~
 4    18|     mother spring at him, and hang,~Fixing her cruel tusks
 5    18|        While others shouted, "Hang, burn, quarter, slay!"~The
 6    27|      desert thy side,~Let her hang him and every thief beside."~ ~
 7    35|      earth; for here~I cannot hang for ever on the wing.~I
 8    35|     all others from the wall,~Hang on the tomb alone those
 9    37|    shent,~Now let their hands hang idle by their side;~No less
10    40|      the shorn brambles there~Hang their moist nets; meanwhile,