Canto

 1     1|           with goading spurs,~By waste or wood the frighted damsel
 2     1|        Yet they together ride by waste and wold,~And, unsuspecting,
 3     7|          sweet Indian or Sabacan waste;~While so to speak their
 4     8|     sea-calf, with the rest;~Who waste not only herds, but human
 5     8| untouched, alas! now plucked and waste?~ ~ LXXVIII~"If this fair
 6     9|      were,~My country sacked and waste, as that the knight~I would
 7    11|         and wide,~Ebuda burn and waste on every side.~ ~ LXI~Oberto,
 8    12|      found not, on that pathless waste,~By her late quitted, having
 9    12|           at last, "I here might waste~My time and trouble, still
10    14|        cote,~The wolf makes easy waste of sheep and goat."~ ~ XXX~
11    16|          lament though he should waste and die."~ ~ III~Let him
12    22|          the woman: "Why in vain~Waste you so many words, where
13    23|          sought?~'Twere forty to waste time in an assay~Where to
14    24|         many a day that woodland waste.~ ~ XCI~The cautious elder
15    26|        forego,~As on his prey to waste a passing blow.~ ~  XCIV~
16    32|         that time in sleep would waste and wear;~Nor such prolonged
17    33|   commands,~Nor marks how wax or waste his leaguering bands.~ ~
18    33|           Which still pollute or waste the royal meat,~Nor leave
19    33|          full, and left the food~Waste or polluted by their rapine
20    34|         surveyed.~ ~  LXXXV~Some waste on love, some seeking honour,
21    36|        disdain,~All parley was a waste of time and pain.~ ~ LIII~
22    38|        the better part of Africk waste.~ ~ XL~"I now on this, O
23    38|       Arabs have poured down, to waste the plain;~Who, for the
24    38|      against my heart~It goes to waste my praise upon a foe);~I
25    38|      that, to spare the constant waste of blood,~Which his, and
26    39|       others seize his arms; but waste~Their strength in all attempts
27    41|    strand,~Two or three miles of waste Biserta wide,~Upon the quarter
28    41|       Stood bedded in that weary waste of sand.~Now thither Roland
29    41|       lost it to that lord,~When waste as well her beauteous bowers
30    43|        from Attila's destructive waste.~ ~ XXXIII~"A rich, a youthful,
31    43|          Shall flourish so these waste and watery parts?~ ~ LXI~"
32    43|          to spy,~And but a weary waste of woodland lone.~As he
33    46|          and rain, the harvest's waste and woe:~A timid troop,