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 1   III|     elbow thrice,~And thrice he tumbled on the lowly lay,~And three
 2    IV|   through the welkin flit,~Down tumbled headlong to this empty lake;~
 3    IV|      all be his,~Our holy idols tumbled in the mould,~To him the
 4  VIII|       blood besprent,~A warrior tumbled in his blood we saw,~His
 5    IX|      his horse~The hardy infant tumbled on the mould,~Whose soul,
 6    XI|     shot,~It broke his helm, he tumbled from the height,~The strong
 7    XI|      cometh next? this first is tumbled down,~Come, hardy soldiers,
 8    XI|      weights behind, the engine tumbled down~And battered flat the
 9    XI|  branches fall;~The Saracens so tumbled from the wall.~ ~ XLIX~For
10    XI|        in all men's sights,~Who tumbled headlong down, his footing
11   XII|         and wake,~Will then lie tumbled sleeping on the lay;"~Thus
12   XII| mountain's side~A little runnel tumbled near the place,~Thither
13   XIX|   throws~That down at once they tumbled both to ground,~Argantes, --
14    XX|      The King of Orms, Hircano, tumbled down,~The man's breastbone
15    XX|    clean,~Which like a football tumbled on the green.~ ~ XXXIV~A
16    XX|       bone,~The sable head down tumbled on the sand;~But when by