Canto

1     1| attention, while the warrior weeps,~She marks the fashion of
2    12|  across the pommel laid;~She weeps and struggles, and the semblance
3    24|    Mandricardo slain.~Isabel weeps; by Rodomont is made~War
4    24|      the prize~Foregone, she weeps for rage, and smite her
5    25|   One sleeps, one groans and weeps in piteous plight,~Because
6    27|   himself in evil hands,~Aye weeps, and mercy of that maid
7    27|    courser lies:~The caitiff weeps, and shrieking in despair,~
8    37|    grieves, and shrieks, and weeps in piteous wise:~For flinging
9    41|   often love awakens, as she weeps --~If it ooze forth and