Canto

1    16|     What time, without, in such destructive frays~Hate, Rage, and Fury,
2    17|   mingled be,~Has monstrous and destructive tyrants crowned;~And gifted
3    24|       paunch was drest:~But the destructive weapon, falling low,~Equally
4    24|         And, in discharging its destructive store,~Inflicts worse evil
5    29|  whoever thrice his body laves,~Destructive steel or fire securely braves.~ ~
6    40|       the sky ascended,~And the destructive wild-fire, scattered wide,~
7    42|       Brandimart's head by that destructive brand~Cleft even to his
8    43|      Which scaped from Attila's destructive waste.~ ~ XXXIII~"A rich,
9    43| faithless dame;~And he with one destructive faulchion yearned~To free