Canto

 1     2|       bristles stand on end with ire:~So from reproach and menace
 2     2|          never for a thought its ire assuages;~While the strained
 3     2|       bold, and fearful in their ire:~The one Gradasso, King
 4     3|       Fortune wreck not in their ire.~Alas! from Naples in this
 5     5|        often bathed by senseless ire with blood?~ ~ III~Not simply
 6     8|         possessed,~Inflamed with ire, his lady's torment heard,~
 7     9|      forms a fair armada, in his ire,~To sack Ebuda's isle; of
 8    11|         Proteus, and provoke his ire again;~Make him his herds
 9    12|           looks upward, and with ire,~Missing the noble casque,
10    14|       the bridegroom's! what his ire!~How dread the vengeance
11    17|        than be there, he, in his ire,~Would gladly find himself
12    18|       such his vengeance and his ire.~ ~ XII~He at his head took
13    18| traversed all the city moved his ire,~Leaving it undestroyed
14    18|       beloved young are gone;~To ire, to rage like hers his wrath
15    18|           who have changed their ire~Already into fear, he bids
16    19|        offspring watch, amid her ire.~ ~ VIII~Cloridan who to
17    19|         a vengeance equal to his ire.~Amid so many blades, he
18    20|          for Gabrina's cause, in ire~Puts upon young Zerbino
19    24|      pass to outrage, shout, and ire, unsheath~The brand; and
20    25|          earth, and ocean in his ire.~ ~ XV~At every stroke he
21    26|        the others re-engage with ire.~ ~ CXIII~Marphisa, to appease
22    26|      heat of blood, disdain, and ire,~To venge that cruel outrage
23    27|        in many hearts a blaze of ire;~ ~ XL~And good Rogero (
24    27|         and through their mickle ire,~Fierce battle was inflamed,
25    30|         peer;~Whose violence and ire all bounds exceed,~Who seems
26    31|        Twixt these, whom neither ire nor rancour warms,~But simple
27    34|        goodly task, so prompt to ire;~Sure, passing aye from
28    36| faulchion young Rogero drew;~For ire as well had flushed that
29    39|     reptile, swoln with bane and ire.~ ~ XXXIII~But no retreat
30    42|       blows, like tempest in its ire;~Nor leaves a moment to
31    45|       gave,~Moved was he by that ire and hatred rank~Which stormed