Canto

 1     1|     Bristled the paynim's every hair at view~Of that grim shade,
 2     3|     this inn~Of black and curly hair, the dwarfish wight!~Beard
 3     4|      with sorrowing face;~Whose hair and wrinkles speak him,
 4     5|        head would harm a single hair.~But who what drug the burning
 5     5|      man has still pursued~With hair, in every clime, his natural
 6     5|       habits, and concealed his hair;~And, in conclusion, vowed
 7     7|       from hell;~And with loose hair, dishevelled horribly,~Ungirt
 8     7|         comely ringlets was his hair,~Wet with the costliest
 9     7|         And thinly clothed with hair Alcina's head;~Her stature
10     8|     shifting sand, with ruffled hair:~Her hands were joined,
11    10|        So saying she her golden hair offends,~And lock by lock
12    10|          Tossing her head, with hair dishevelled, run;~And seemed
13    10|        and bosom overgrown~With hair, like beasts. Lo! yonder,
14    10|        dew,~And that her golden hair dishevelled flew.~ ~ XCVII~
15    11|       The rising sun her yellow hair extends~(His orb as yet
16    11|        Nereids with dishevelled hair,~The Glauci, Tritons, and
17    11|         her eyes and cheeks and hair,~Mouth, nose, and throat,
18    12|        quitted, having rent her hair,~And marked cheeks, eyes,
19    12|    vermillion cheeks and golden hair~Of the sweet damsel, who
20    13|   brutal waxed, and plucked his hair,~And with my teeth and nails
21    13|         Laments, and plucks the hair from off her head,~By fear
22    14|       for they were unsown.~Her hair appeared to be at strife;
23    14|   Close-grappled by the collar, hair, or arm:~And downwards from
24    15|   Uptaken by the nose or by the hair,~And fastened to the neck,
25    15|        spell)~How he who of one hair deprived the pest~Only could
26    15|        thickly set, to find the hair.~ ~ LXXX~The duke no less
27    15|   expense of blows~To pluck the hair, the wizard-wight undone.~
28    15|        his foe.~Then grasps the hair defiled with gore and red,~
29    15|  Searching, in haste, if he the hair can see~Which makes Orrilo'
30    15|      Amid innumerable locks, no hair~Straiter or crisper than
31    17|      short; but feeling wool or hair~Upon our bodies, let us
32    17|        for fear,~-- Or that her hair escaped from neck or brow,~
33    17|   strong hand is planted in her hair.~To thee, his shepherd,
34    17|       sun had scarce his golden hair~Uplifted from his ancient
35    18|          Whose mention made the hair on many a head~Bristle,
36    18|         more jocund face.~Crisp hair he had of gold, and jet-black
37    19|       Which from the boy's fair hair and beauteous eyes~Had the
38    19|  circles dappling all about his hair, --~Of a bold countenance
39    19|       he her sex agnizes by her hair.~Questioning one another
40    21|      And with flushed face, and hair in disarray,~He asks of
41    24|      prey with all its skin and hair.~ ~ XIV~Now right, now left,
42    24| enchained me first, that lovely hair;~My spirit, troubled and
43    25|        discern.~'Tis true, this hair, which short and loose you
44    25|    Unhelmed, we wondered at her hair, which passed~In braids
45    25|        a golden net confined my hair.~I gravely moved my eye-balls,
46    26|         curling locks of golden hair,~And delicate and beauteous
47    27|      the pommel grappled by his hair,~Brunello on Marphisa's
48    27|         I die,~Rather before my hair shall wax more white,~That
49    28|   furnished with more eyes than hair,~Perforce must be betrayed
50    29|        bone:~Dishevelled is his hair in woeful wise,~With frightful
51    29|         of flesh, and whiles of hair,~Is scathed by stones which
52    30|         hold not captive by her hair,~You cause an evil with
53    31| paynimry~But what his stiffened hair stands up on end,~Hearing
54    32|       the tresses of her golden hair.~ ~ XVIII~"Can it be true?" -- (
55    34|      her sons has shaken by the hair,~And from Lethaean sloth
56    34|        White was that ancient's hair, and white withal~The bushy
57    34|    outer porch, a dame of hoary hair.~On summer-day thus village
58    35|      bright eyes, and beauteous hair,~All breathing love and
59    37|       him scorn:~Some pluck his hair and others pluck his beard.~
60    38|      her bald front, as now her hair, will show,~To our long
61    41|    which well-fashioned bear or hair,~Of that which find and
62    41|        his clothes and dripping hair.~After, at better ease,
63    42|      many ears, and spread~Like hair, about her forehead serpents
64    43|      and visage and in eyes and hair.~ ~ XXXV~"I, having to my
65    43|     seen, of aspect sweet,~Long hair, than ermine's fur more
66    43|    ground.~ ~ CLVIII~She in her hair, when life returns again,~
67    43|         fault was wholly in her hair:~Wildly her hands together
68    43|  wayward hands within~His hoary hair, and rends his wrinkled
69    45|      that Fortune, taken by the hair,~Without more trouble, and