Canto

1    22|        the uproar, and the woods resound.~Nothing of this is at the
2    23|          heard the covered paths resound,~Which overgrown with gloomy
3    24|      forest hoar~And hollow cave resound, and rocky height,~Towards
4    24|         lout that wood and plain resound~For many miles about; nor
5    25|        me plaintive cries I hear resound,~As of a woman who intreated
6    31|       cruel and despiteous blows resound,~Re-echoing wide, what time
7    37| Parnassus and high Cynthus' hill~Resound your praise, and lift it
8    37|         them hear the stony road resound~With a long trample, when