Canto

 1     2|          storm and tempest's fury grew,~That topmast-high the flashing
 2     3|       sires from whom his lineage grew.~ ~ II~Than whose fair line, '
 3     4|    enchanter read, strange wonder grew:~For often times, to sight,
 4     5|         daughter of the king,~And grew with her in growth, well
 5     5|           the amorous game;~Still grew by love, and such new vigour
 6     8|        loosened sails the billows grew;~For so desire upon her
 7     8|          she closer to her saddle grew.~ ~ XXXVI~She cannot, howsoe'
 8    16|          as if each coward paynim grew~More cold than ice, each
 9    18|         side the wind and tempest grew;~Which, with sharp piercing
10    18|       throughout the night,~Which grew more dismal and more dark
11    19|         heal and close:~The youth grew lusty, while she suffered
12    23|          rage, so fierce his fury grew,~That all obscured remained
13    24|         of the stem from which he grew;~And found, as better they
14    24|           hearing this, impatient grew;~With any truce or treaty
15    25|           to trim the locks which grew~Clustering about the gash,
16    36|        mid lawn a wood of cypress grew,~Whose saplings of one stamp
17    37|        that impious man such fury grew,~Asked young Rogero and
18    37|          never thought within her grew~Which she could spend on
19    38|          beyond the use of nature grew;~Which rolling to the sandy
20    39|          the plants, whereon they grew whilere.~ ~ XXVIII~It was
21    39|          heard; which ever louder grew,~Followed by such a fierce
22    40|         mouth, the Fame by motion grew,~And told and magnified
23    42|      plants that on their margins grew.~ ~ XCVII~Conversing with
24    43|          that in sovereign beauty grew;~Nor suffered her to see
25    43|         that in Hesperian gardens grew~Would yield to what this
26    43|           and the mourning louder grew~Orlando to the corse approached
27    43|       with each succeeding day he grew,~As soon as he that holy
28    43|       faith and grace the warrior grew.~ ~ CXCV~Rogero from the
29    45|           sin, remorse and sorrow grew~That she had nursed suspicion
30    46|           to such height his fury grew,~He bit his hands and lips;
31    46| Constantine to Byzantium, when he grew~Weary of Tyber, bore the