Canto

1     6|        speak? And so may never hail~From angry heaven your gentle
2    16|      frequent darts a storm of hail appear,~Which from the city-wall
3    30| redouble~Faster than pattering hail, which mars the grain,~And
4    43|      glow?~Even now I rise, to hail the gentle blood,~The love,
5    45|        with the hind;~And into hail and rain dissolves the sky;~
6    46|    when the sable skies~Threat hail and rain, the harvest's