Canto

 1     2|         has engaged you in this bitter fray.~ ~ XVII~"Within an
 2     2|       make known,~Vouching with bitter tears my deep distress.~
 3     3|        unmeet~I will not with a bitter chase the sweet.~ ~ LXIII~"
 4     5|         their peace molest,~And bitter tears still wash the genial
 5     6|        damsel die;~My death too bitter and too dread would be,~
 6     7|       sobs and sighs, and every bitter pain.~ ~ XXXVII~At length
 7     8|    where Thames' waters, waxing bitter, meet~Salt ocean: wafted
 8     8|          Mixing his plaint with bitter tears and sighs,~So to himself
 9     8|       found~Himself in tears of bitter sorrow drowned.~ ~ LXXXIV~
10    10|         aggrieved,~Nor less the bitter injury received.~ ~ XLIX~
11    10|         other pains;~And she in bitter tears for ever drowned,~
12    13|       renews,~Or haply does her bitter anguish slake,~Some twenty
13    13|        to repair."~ ~ XXXV~With bitter smile, upstarting on his
14    17|     about to leave~This life be bitter and afflict me sore,~Such
15    17|      all assail the knight with bitter blame.~The boys might be
16    18|           LXVII~"And though the bitter injuries and shame~That
17    18|         visage bathed in many a bitter tear~(For he a rill from
18    21|         returned,~And bathed in bitter tears the wife discerned.~ ~
19    21|      nought~Is left him but the bitter cup to drain.~Thus in his
20    21|         Of future penitence the bitter seed.~Gabrina keeps on earth
21    23|       erbalanced by the present bitter fruit.~ ~ CXI~Three times,
22    27|  dissensions show,~And what the bitter produce which it bears:~
23    27|   should deem quickly, from its bitter fruit,~He from his birth
24    28|       gulped his anger down and bitter scorn;~Since on the holy
25    28|      see.~ ~  LVIII~" `I to the bitter dregs the cup must drain~
26    30|   repeat;~Yet blended with some bitter is the sweet.~ ~ LXXXVIII~
27    31|    Hippalca's and the brother's bitter blow;~I speak of fell and
28    33|         soul did buoy,~But I to bitter warfare wake anew;~Sweet
29    33| fallacious joy,~But -- sure and bitter -- waking ills ensue.~If
30    35|       she smiled; but smiled in bitter vein;~Savouring of anger
31    37| breastplate with the spear.~The bitter tidings to the sire were
32    37|     brought erewhile to sad and bitter close~The wicked love he
33    40|       vowed,~In memory of their bitter woes, aloud!~ ~ XIV~And,
34    41|   little prized,~Fears in these bitter waves to be baptized.~ ~
35    41|   Albeit the Moorish king, with bitter blow,~Has made the blood
36    42|        Indian maid~In the other bitter stream her thirst did slake;~
37    42|     able to untie;~His mouth is bitter, and 'twould seem with bane.~