Canto

 1     1|    hungry pard or tiger tear~The bosom of its bleeding dam, dismayed,~
 2     1|       hope and fear her doubting bosom tear)~And that adventure'
 3     1|     rivers flowed~His tears, his bosom like an Aetna glowed.~ ~
 4     1|       such the wistful youth his bosom dresses.~With such the enamored
 5     1|           with hope revived, her bosom beat~Shortly to repossess
 6     2|    Gradasso, bruise~On forehead, bosom, back, or flanks, between;~
 7     4|     wizard's nest,~He deems, his bosom with such joy overflows,~
 8     5|          Man's faith, nor is his bosom's purpose read.~Believing
 9     5|    vigour gained,~I in my inmost bosom felt the flame;~And that
10     5|          fond love, which in his bosom burned~Into despiteful rage
11     5|     layed her head!~She beat her bosom, and she tore her gown,~
12     5|      peril to espy~With swelling bosom and exulting eye.~ ~ LXXXII~
13     6|         Nor finds a place in any bosom. Dearth,~Nor yet Discomfort,
14     7|      earth.~ ~ XIV~Like milk the bosom, and the neck of snow;~Round
15     7|         dispossessed;~And in his bosom, there alone to dwell,~The
16     8|           For so desire upon her bosom preyed,~Of troops she left
17     8|        In speaking, now upon her bosom lights:~As her, securer,
18     8|        So with desire of him her bosom yearns:~And many a country
19     9|        But if compassion in your bosom dwell,~Nor you to Love an
20    10|      Than that which on Bireno's bosom fed,~And to his marrow burned;
21    10|         her plight:~She beat her bosom, and her tresses tore,~And
22    10|         And hope in other on the bosom prey:~In hers Desire demands
23    10|          that which now upon her bosom fed:~And hence she made
24    10|          Visage, legs, arms, and bosom overgrown~With hair, like
25    10|         Pity and love within his bosom rise~At once, and ill he
26    11|          not, who controlled~His bosom erst: and foolish were the
27    11|       Descending from the lady's bosom fair,~Parts which are wont
28    12|      with this intent~And in her bosom hid, and marked the fray:~
29    13|      flame, that in his constant bosom burned.~He, save a way to
30    13|      healing ring made sound~The bosom rankling with Alcina's wound.~ ~
31    14|       strayed~Into the beauteous bosom of the dame;~Who, (so it
32    14|       hearings, in her hands and bosom bore,~And consultation,
33    14|       well-nigh dried~The watery bosom of the moon; a dun~And dismal
34    16|     front, eyes, visage, and mid bosom through,~And cast him down
35    17|          I never see)~And on the bosom, flanks, and on the front,~
36    18|          go;~And from his inmost bosom groaned and sighed,~Nor
37    18|       Moorish bands,~Makes every bosom with such ardour glow,~They
38    18|             A thrust against the bosom of his foe,~That at his
39    18|        life~Should finish in the bosom of his wife.~ ~ CLXXV~And
40    19|        She feels new pity in her bosom rise,~Which makes its entry
41    19|       with mud, face, reins, and bosom o'er'~He comes upon them,
42    19|         grow pale.~ ~ LXXXII~The bosom of the first she opens so,~
43    20|        And from the conference a bosom brought,~Gored with deep
44    21|     Which from her eyes into her bosom flows,~` -- Where shall
45    21|      desires comply~To which her bosom had been long a prey,~What
46    21|         And deeply graven in his bosom bore~The image of his friend
47    21|     flame~Wherewith her swelling bosom overrun.~'Twas thus in such
48    22|           Rogero, who the kindly bosom read~Of Bradamant, still
49    23|          and courteous, felt his bosom swell,~With pity at that
50    23|          unmoved, he pierced the bosom through;~Left it; on Durindana
51    23|         And strained against his bosom; what Jove's son~Did by
52    24|        about; nor does she spare~Bosom or cheek; but still, with
53    25|   opposite outweighs.~Within the bosom here of either knight,~Honour,
54    25|      Wounding flank, paunch, and bosom, bore them down.~He whirled
55    25|     molest,~And, rankling in his bosom, banish rest.~ ~ LXXXI~The
56    25|      thought makes good Rogero's bosom bleed.~ ~ LXXXIII~Nor less
57    25|        sealed it, and within his bosom stowed;~In hopes to meet
58    26|           writ by him, he in his bosom wore,~And added many matters,
59    26|         good plates each valiant bosom case,~Impassable is either
60    27|      with more rage and pain his bosom beats,~In that 'twas offered
61    28|        which, day and night, her bosom rent,~Was such, that lady
62    28|          Should in his consort's bosom move remorse.~As best he
63    30|     natural rage, wherewith your bosom swells.~ ~ XXXIV~"But if
64    30|   descending sword~Rogero to the bosom should have cleaved;~But
65    30|        Despite and sorrow as her bosom rends.~Ten times the page
66    31|      Than falls to the enamoured bosom's share?~What happier mode
67    32|        Such cruel woe her inmost bosom stirred,~From falling she
68    32|         unjust,~Which racked her bosom, marred the damsel's gust.~ ~
69    34|          deep and deadly hate by bosom fired,~And that I but to
70    36|      against conquered foe their bosom steeled.~Not only gentle
71    36| hardiment~To rive with steel the bosom of my foe,~That me so many
72    39|       was fair Flordelice, whose bosom so~Burned with the love
73    39|          stroke, while under~His bosom, Brandimart girt Roland
74    40|       shield, and helmet cries,~(Bosom, and arms, and thighs, were
75    41|        furious say;~-- His angry bosom boiling with despite.~So
76    41|              LXXXIV~And in face, bosom, and in thigh it seamed,~
77    42|      sore~In friendly Malagigi's bosom bred:~The wizard knew, a
78    42|          of that which makes the bosom burn,~Her whom but just
79    42|          did slake;~Which in her bosom so all love allayed,~Henceforth
80    42|         drove~Out of his burning bosom thirst and love.~ ~ LXIV~
81    43|         beverage sup,~Into their bosom overflows the cup.~ ~ XXIX~" `
82    43|          will I warrant not your bosom dry,~Should you repeat the
83    43|      side~Lay bare, and from his bosom pluck his heart:~Dead-white
84    43|           with nails her lip and bosom tear.~But I return to Roland
85    45|         tear~That dropt into her bosom, while she sued,~His heart
86    45|     blame herself, and would her bosom smite;~And say: "I see '
87    45|    thoughts assail,~All from his bosom chased the generous youth,~
88    45|     Which good Rogero's head and bosom batter,~And arms, by thousands
89    46|         He wives; already in her bosom lies:~When thither he that
90    46|        my foe;~So hatred from my bosom would have chased,~And with
91    46|      blows~Smote him in face and bosom with his brand;~Hammered,