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 1     I|     red~The rising sun, yet scantly half in sight;~Godfrey e'
 2     I| thousand late, of which now scantly are~The third part left,
 3     I|         LX~And then, though scantly three times five years old,~
 4   III|  trembling with it brought,~Scantly they durst their feeble
 5     V|   election frame:~But for I scantly am resolved which way~To
 6     V|    LXXX~Eustatio first, who scantly could forbear,~Till friendly
 7    VI|     forth rode.~ ~ XXVI~But scantly had he spurred his courser
 8    VI|   one blow no leisure hath,~Scantly he breathed, though he oft
 9    VI|  fled.~ ~ CXI~Erminia fled, scantly the tender grass~Her Pegasus
10   VII| that expected day forewent,~Scantly the Pagan closed his eyes
11   VII|   were, or if he played,~He scantly bended down the tender grass:~
12    XI|     use, light, easy, thin.~Scantly the warlord thus clothed
13    XI| Above the trench himself he scantly rears,~But she an arrow
14    XI|  that honor strive no more,~Scantly they could their limbs and
15  XIII|    in his channel shows~And scantly glides above the scorched
16    XV|    those grassy plains they scantly creep;~They walked, they
17    XV|     shrill, cold, pure, and scantly seen;~Yet so transparent,
18 XVIII|    shady face of heaven was scantly seen,~Hid with the clouds