Canto

1     1|       the damsel cries,~"And boughs deceive my sight, yon noble
2     2|      And from the tree, with boughs and foliage stored,~Lopt
3     6|     angry heaven your gentle boughs assail!~ ~  XXXI~"And if
4     7|   ivy clip,~With whose green boughs its stem is interlaced.~
5    14|    The rays can make through boughs spread thickly round;~And
6    18|   narrow ways:~Here from the boughs such shelter hope the pair~
7    21|       on a steed,~Of verdant boughs composed to place a bier,~
8    24| green.~Now whirls the broken boughs, at random strewed.~Although
9    46|   afield, and interlay~Green boughs therein, and flowers and