Canto

1     2| charms with fervid love had fired my breast.~When, as we journey
2     5|   the rage were spent which fired his veins.~ ~ LVI~"The morn
3    11|     That Ireland's king was fired I well conclude,~Nor hid
4    21|  encounter on the mead.~Not fired in some rejoicing, from
5    24|    slain~He storms all over fired with angry heat.~At him
6    34|    and deadly hate by bosom fired,~And that I but to work
7    44|  love of her unseen was Leo fired.~ ~ XIII~To him hath Aymon
8    45|    thy sight, should not be fired by thee;~And that she should
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