Canto

1    14| vessels the defenders sink.~ ~ CXXXII~Charged with salt-petre,
2    17|        few their fury stay.~ ~ CXXXII~That which of his disgrace
3    18|     fine received the gear.~ ~ CXXXII~To the city, their rejoicings
4    20| controlled by spur and bit.~ ~ CXXXII~And, sighing deeply, cries,
5    23|       gazing upward, sighs.~ ~ CXXXII~Wearied and woe-begone,
6    26|      Rodomont and Doralice.~ ~ CXXXII~Marphisa rose meanwhile,
7    27|      the melancholy knight.~ ~ CXXXII~Mine host, most diligent
8    43|      sumptuous palace sees.~ ~ CXXXII~"This while for bright Argia
9    46|  another, shake, and press.~ ~ CXXXII~His wounded thigh and gaping