Canto

1     6|    delightful place, wherever hurled~Through the whole air, Rogero
2    17|  sword; -- his other wildfire hurled;~ ~ X~And smote and thundered, '
3    27|      view,~That at each other hurled their books of prayer.~His
4    31|       the heavenly sphere~Was hurled the sun's ill-fated charioteer.~ ~
5    40| revolving wheel were downward hurled,~Who at her pleasure rolls
6    45|     deepest dolour in one day~Hurled headlong from the height
7    45|       the wretch is downwards hurled,~He so much sooner mounts,
8    46|    air the Moorish lord;~Then hurled him down head foremost on