Canto

 1     6|         realm, and towns above a hundred won.~ ~ XLV~"Nor at this
 2     6|      swarms,~More than Briareus' hundred hands and arms.~ ~ LXVII~
 3     6|         I would assail,~But do a hundred battles, well content:~Then
 4     9|       XXXIV~"For one ill-born, a hundred yet behind,~Will bear (replied)
 5    10|      mounted archers there.~By a hundred I misreckon not, or they,~
 6    11|        lay.~ ~ XXIII~More than a hundred fathom buried so,~Where
 7    14|        found, against thy sway~A hundred shall throughout the world
 8    15|        the felon had no power.~A hundred thousand wounds he had in
 9    15|        sound:~And, though into a hundred fragments hewed,~Astolpho
10    16|          return again to see~Two hundred thousand wretched men or
11    16|         paladin was making fly~A hundred banners: while the cavalier~
12    18|          whose blade~More than a hundred deadly wounds were given.~
13    19|       many horse, alone.~ ~ VI~A hundred horsemen who the youth surround,~
14    19|       them, far and wide,~Than a hundred thousand swords dismayed
15    19|      about, the city's port;~Six hundred paces deep; and crowning
16    19|         Amid a thousand dames, a hundred men.~ ~ LXXIII~The knights
17    20|        billows borne.~With him a hundred other youths engage,~Picked
18    20|        garrison.~ ~ XV~"Amid the hundred cities of old Crete,~Was
19    20|       amorous play~Against those hundred dames good champions were:~
20    20|     dames good champions were:~A hundred they; and, of the chosen
21    20|         champions in the fray,~A hundred women's cry, whose lords
22    20|          the place,~And please a hundred women, grant him grace.'~ ~
23    20|        should speech,~Not with a hundred women, but with ten;~And,
24    20|          Head of a squad above a hundred strong.~ ~  LXXXV~Toward
25    20|      their lineage? who~Lately a hundred thousand held as nought,~
26    20|        the Aegean sea:~Beholds a hundred islands from him fly,~And
27    21|        mountain pine,~That has a hundred times renewed its leaves,~
28    22|     recite,~On the other hand, a hundred will I praise,~And make
29    23|           had more~Swords than a hundred joined to lay him low.~A
30    23|          and in a breath~Above a hundred broke and put to death.~ ~
31    23|      power to slay.~ ~ LXII~Of a hundred men and twenty, in that
32    23|    Doralice had led;~Whom from a hundred men, in plate and chain,~
33    23|      didst not show,~And, 'mid a hundred, wert concealed from sight,~
34    23| sovereign of Catay.~ ~ CIII~In a hundred knots, amid those green
35    23|         those green abodes,~In a hundred parts, their cyphered names
36    24|       tatters, found;~That, in a hundred rags, the champaign strew.~
37    25|          five he slew;~So that a hundred in a thought were slain.~
38    26|         less for the career.~Six hundred men, or more, we here attend,~
39    26|     stage;~But will within seven hundred years be known,~To the great
40    26|        he at heart.~ ~ XCV~Three hundred miles, a thousand, would
41    27|          Nor once -- but twice a hundred times -- has run~The selfsame
42    27|         fear;~The meanest Moor a hundred Franks defies;~And 'tis
43    27|         from the beaten way:~Two hundred miles he roved, 'twist hill
44    27|         erred:~For we may deem a hundred good abound,~Where one or
45    28|       womankind withal;~And of a hundred worthy fame may tell,~For
46    29|    everywhere of pleasing face~A hundred and a thousand may be won;~
47    31|          the fight.~ ~ LVI~Seven hundred men with good Rinaldo speed,~
48    31|   warrior is, so good at need,~A hundred would not from a thousand
49    31|        crew,~-- The fierce seven hundred, good Rinaldo's train --~
50    31|          and King Charlemagne,~A hundred thousand, or well nigh,
51    31|          side to wear:~He with a hundred thousand men and more~To
52    32|           Resolved, should her a hundred thousand woo,~None shall
53    33|        mountain way,~More than a hundred thousand warriors trace;~
54    33|     rising cloud to ground,~To a hundred thousand swells, in Francis'
55    33|         whose destroying sword~A hundred thousand of that chivalry~
56    35|       don,~Clothed him, and of a hundred steeds that were~Ready for
57    36|       turn.~ ~ XXXIX~Above three hundred men in that affray~In little
58    37|      than human might.~He than a hundred other men more strong,~In
59    37|          of our train~Are full a hundred maimed, and thirty slain.~ ~
60    38|        now appaid;~But twice two hundred years will not atone~The
61    38|         gives in aid;~But adds a hundred thousand from his bands,~
62    38|         of his Nubian power,~One hundred and two footmen, in a day~
63    39|         of his sword,~Each for a hundred stands when I am here."~
64    39|       opprest the plain.~Above a hundred dead are strewed around;~
65    39|      believed in him who said,~A hundred barks had sprung from one
66    40|          upon the strand~Above a hundred of the Nubian band.~ ~ LXXV~
67    40|       courser prest;~Meanwhile a hundred other foes have died,~And
68    41|       pursued.~She him whilere a hundred times and more~Engaged in
69    41|     intrepid strained;~And not a hundred yards had gone, when, bent~
70    42|    unchristened train)~He, mid a hundred swords, unarmed, was slain.~ ~
71    42|             XXX~To seek her he a hundred couriers sent,~And sought
72    42|         bred:~The wizard knew, a hundred times and more,~He might
73    42|          was galleried,~And of a hundred yards, on every side.~ ~
74    43|     Phoebus' light,~Numbered one hundred years, one score and eight:~
75    43|          he hear~That when seven hundred times his course had run,~
76    43|    deemest me,~Worthy art thou a hundred deaths to die:~And, though
77    43|     device and hue.~ ~ CLXXVII~A hundred men had past before the
78    43|       black and trailing gown.~A hundred pages followed them, who
79    43|       followed them, who prest~A hundred puissant steeds, for warfare
80    44|          Love whilere~Smote it a hundred times, not once, before~
81    46|        sail; and with them joy a hundred more.~Women and men I see,