Canto

1     1|       she hears.~But with his plaint her heart no measure keeps,~
2     8|    France.~ ~ LXX~To the just plaint of aged Charlemagne~The
3     8|      to eternity."~Mixing his plaint with bitter tears and sighs,~
4    10|     food remain."~By her just plaint Rogero moved, forebore,~
5    18|     The winds, his melancholy plaint to list;~ ~ CLXXXVII~But
6    37|       women found~Making that plaint, who in strange garb appeared:~
7    42|    And now her too accustomed plaint and wail~Repeating, of Rogero'
8    42| jealous pain,~He after mighty plaint and mighty woe~Resolved
9    43|      Repeating this and other plaint, so spite~And fury waxed,