Canto

1     6|  One wets his arrows in the brook which winds,~And one on
2     7|   secret haunts in pleasant brook.~ ~ XXXIII~Rogero revels
3     7|    and morning air~Beside a brook, which trickled from a hill,~
4    12|  helm in vain~Sought in the brook; yet though the count was
5    12|         LXXII~The quivering brook, as warmer breezes blew,~
6    15|  own,~'Twere not a thing to brook -- to sleep alone.~ ~ CIII~
7    17|    And shame, too strong to brook, in fury said;~And to the
8    43| that who this beheld, would brook no more~To hear that praised