Canto

 1     1|            liked such rivalry,~And drew an omen thence of feebler
 2     1|            she sought he lent, and drew~His faulchion, and against
 3     2| deliverance, shook~His pocket, and drew forth a secret book.~ ~
 4     2|     whether the first lot Gradasso drew,~Or young Rogero held the
 5     2|           within that inner cavern drew.~ ~ LXXIV~The beauteous
 6     4|          from ambush sprung,~As he drew near, and grappled fast
 7     4|         what on her head such evil drew;~And, to save time, commands
 8     6|            she willed, at pleasure drew to shore.~ ~ XXXVI~"Thither
 9     7|       cavalier;~And pricking forth drew near unto a gate,~Whence
10     8|           length, his sword Rogero drew~To clear the rabble, who
11     8|     Almontes' blazonry~So changed, drew nigh the gate; and there
12     9|       broke, his sword the warrior drew,~That sword which never
13    12|            Ocean's bed~Dan Phoebus drew his dripping steeds, and
14    13|            lady wept alone, to her drew near~The dame, who with
15    15|         thousand years, Caligorant drew~The sacred relict from the
16    16|            pale with dread,~Scarce drew his breath, and cried: "
17    18|        street, or farm, behind him drew:~And will a thousand times
18    19|          One castle and the other, drew a band;~And with strong
19    20|            amid these upstood,~Who drew her origin from Minos' blood.~ ~
20    21|          from hell.~ ~ XLVIII~"She drew my brother forth, that guilty
21    22|      justice that ill-doer thither drew~On the same courser, which
22    23|           to the body of the count drew near,~And with fixt eye
23    23|          Zerbino did the deed; and drew~The girdle forth, to witness
24    23|        forgetfulness, his sword he drew,~Or wonderous deeds, I trow,
25    24|       little vantage young Zerbino drew~From strength and greater
26    24|       chased by dread, to Doralice drew near,~And for the love of
27    25|            lend her aid."~ ~ XI~He drew his falchion without more
28    25|       sword Rogero from his girdle drew~As knife cuts curd, divides
29    26|        youthful knight,~Because he drew his line from Hector strong.~
30    26|    Mandricardo; and that faulchion drew,~Which lately, underneath
31    28|         saying aught, the curtains drew,~And, what he least believed,
32    30|          guide,~Him from the water drew near Ceuta's shore,~Upon
33    30|         boy then dipt his hand and drew~A billet from the vase,
34    30|     himself Rogero said:~She after drew the letter from her breast,~
35    31|       braced, his biting faulchion drew,~And to the field defied
36    31|      faulchion he in deadly combat drew.~He was assured he could
37    31|       exhausted from the stream he drew,~And prisoned with that
38    32|      credence, moved me much, that drew~A picture of rare happiness,
39    33|         been with matchless pencil drew,~Some working upon wall,
40    33|            pictures without pencil drew,~Which you see painted azure,
41    33|           wrath; their swords they drew:~Then, one against the other,
42    34|            king his sword Alcestes drew;~Though thousands aid the
43    34|        reel from all those fleeces drew,~In the outer porch, a dame
44    35|         fair dame, as comfortless, drew near,~Her she saluted courteously,
45    35|           words a sigh that damsel drew,~A sigh which issued from
46    36|         his faulchion young Rogero drew;~For ire as well had flushed
47    36|          so fair a font its waters drew:~Whence Clermont, whence
48    37|           devised, whence hope she drew~Of killing him by whom her
49    39|            him imagine, so Orlando drew~Astolpho and those banded
50    41|            to his cost good Icarus drew~Of yore his sun-burned sicklemen
51    41|           shore,~And to the palace drew, where on her bed~They left
52    42|           into the amorous fillets drew~So much her beauty as the
53    43|         their breath they scarcely drew.~ ~ CIX~"Great marvel in
54    43|       should be done.~ ~ CXXVI~"He drew his sword on her, and signified~
55    43|           was that mansion's lord, drew nigh~To the Aethiopian,
56    43|           were plucked at morn: he drew~A heavy sigh, and on the
57    44|      LXXXVII~He left the dead, and drew his shining blade~Upon a
58    46|          from thy darksome dungeon drew,~Descried the truth, as
59    46|          prize some happier mortal drew,~I think not I my vital