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 1     I|   eastern wave appeared red~The rising sun, yet scantly half in
 2    VI|       day to spy,~From Phoebus' rising to his evening fall,~And
 3    VI|    bound,~With her she used the rising sun to greet,~And her, when
 4  VIII|         us was fatal guide.~The rising morn appeared yet aneath,~
 5  VIII|         out of the clay,~Which, rising round, the carcass did enfold;~
 6    IX|        the time, when first the rising night~Her sparkling diamonds
 7    XI|   peeped, not well appeared the rising morn,~The plough yet tore
 8    XI|      alone,~In silver arms like rising Cynthia shone.~ ~ XXVIII~
 9   XII|     were pight,~When day-break, rising from the eastern flood,~
10   XII|      above.~ ~ XC~Till Phoebus' rising from his evening fall~To
11   XIV|        golden tresses, peep~The rising visage of a virgin bright,~
12    XV|        setting sun;~Behind, the rising beam of springing day;~And
13    XV|          When Phoebus shall his rising beams unfold,~Prepare you
14  XVII| Frenchmen stout,~To break their rising empire and their power,~
15  XVII|      marching right against the rising morn~A ready passage to
16 XVIII|     eastern heaven appeared~The rising morning bright as shining
17    XX|         best part;~There from a rising bank his will he told,~And