Canto

 1     1|     faith were bred.~Not yet the weary warriors' wounds were cold --~
 2     1|         Twas there her limbs the weary damsel spread,~Her eye-balls
 3     1|    appear~With the long journey, weary and forlorn.~He questions
 4     1|          wide forest pricked the weary groom.~ ~ LXIX~King Sacripant
 5     2|         the Paladin, who wages~A weary warfare with the wind and
 6     2|     Besides, way-foundered is my weary steed,~Who 'mid these rocks
 7     4|      play;~Till waxing wroth, or weary of her prize,~She bites,
 8     8|        night long counsel of his weary bed,~Vexed with a ceaseless
 9     8|         Creatures restored their weary spirits; laid~These upon
10     9|         in shattered plight,~The weary mariners their frigate moor,~
11    10|         of the Child I wish: his weary way~Rogero, in the noon'
12    10|    grateful shade~Would rest his weary limbs, beside them laid.'~ ~
13    13|         studies to beguile their weary course~Ever, as best she
14    17|     waves explore;~Then, wet and weary, land 'mid verdant hills,~
15    17|          sluggish cows are seen,~Weary and weak, and with long
16    18|       below,~In greater ease the weary warriors rested~Than had
17    19|        And if I were disposed to weary thee~More than thou art,
18    20|  hostility~The town endured, ten weary years were tost~The Greeks,
19    23|       gloomy beat,~More than ten weary miles the damsel rode,~Ere
20    23|        His helmet here undid the weary Count,~And made the prince
21    23|      tosses to and fro~About his weary bed, in search of rest;~
22    25|       worn and troubled, she, in weary wise,~Lit from her courser
23    26|        iniquity.~The world, when weary of imploring grace,~Those
24    27|         Nor night nor day -- his weary steed does spare;~Nor once --
25    28|       fever grows,~And, weak and weary, shifts his place in vain,~
26    29|         XXI~Who, wearing out the weary night in sport,~-- He and
27    31|        Roved, unescorted, many a weary stage,~Through foreign countries
28    32|        at their ease~Reposed the weary cavaliers; his tale~Not
29    32|         Fasting and wet, night's weary watches through.~Within
30    32|         ear;~And in this way the weary time beguile~Till they are
31    32|       made the peer~Outwatch the weary night in open air.~Accepting
32    35|          not words alone,~Should weary in your service; since whilere~
33    35|      Moorish king send down,~Nor weary me, by forcing me to meet~
34    37|    hidden in the sea,~Upon their weary way repose the three.~ ~
35    38|          Those warriors all were weary, all were woe.~Each in repose
36    40|         to rehearse would take a weary while;~And to discourse
37    40|     strange blindman's bluff, in weary wise,~Hammers on Dudon with
38    41|       died,~Stood bedded in that weary waste of sand.~Now thither
39    41|      should long be sought,~With weary womb, with heavy burden
40    43|          soon as he reclines his weary head,~Asleep is Mount Albano'
41    43|      from his native land, seven weary years.~ ~ LXXXI~"Neither
42    43|          a hut to spy,~And but a weary waste of woodland lone.~
43    43|         well bested, he made~The weary rowers, in his courtesy,~
44    43|         side~She rested from her weary search, and died.~ ~ CLX~"
45    43| sepulchre she dwelt, and worn~By weary penance, praying night and
46    45|     estranged, that erst~So many weary miles had made him steer,~
47    45|        thee; for thou wilt ne'er~Weary my love: at any call I lend~
48    46|          Byzantium, when he grew~Weary of Tyber, bore the tent