Canto

1     2|    hate her amorous flame,~Now pines, himself, the victim of
2    12|      of her lament tore up two pines,~ ~ II~And lit at Vulcan'
3    17|      pitying eye~Looks on, and pines, -- and only cannot die.~ ~
4    32| prisoner pent in noisome jail,~Pines the poor wretch for liberty