Canto

1     1|  LXXIX~Mixed with such secret bane the waters glide,~Which
2    28|   cause of grief had been the bane,~Accompanied by a distemper
3    30|   sword, so many a champion's bane:~With this he at that part
4    31|      mind be poisoned by that bane,~That filthy pest, conceived
5    33|     Reality is this my waking bane;~My joy a dream and prompt
6    37| Drusilla sheathed that deadly bane;~And kept the beverage for
7    39|       ill reptile, swoln with bane and ire.~ ~ XXXIII~But no
8    40|       fall of that descending bane.~Turpin believes it in Rogero
9    42| bitter, and 'twould seem with bane.~He flung from the magician