Parte,  Chap.

 1   I,   Commend| lonely sadness on the great~ Rock Pena Pobre sat disconsolate,~
 2   I,        II|    Your bed is on the flinty rock,~ Your sleep to watch alway;'~ ~
 3   I,       XII|       and at the foot of the rock where the Cork-tree spring
 4   I,       XII|      the foot of some oak or rock, and there, without having
 5   I,      XIII|  grave by the side of a hard rock. They greeted each other
 6   I,       XIV|     for on the summit of the rock where they were digging
 7   I,       XVI|    he had fallen down from a rock and had his ribs a little
 8   I,       XVI|    Sancho said, but that the rock had many points and projections,
 9   I,     XXIII|      who went springing from rock to rock and from tussock
10   I,     XXIII|  went springing from rock to rock and from tussock to tussock
11   I,      XXIV|    off round the corner of a rock. On reaching it he stretched
12   I,       XXV|   you may come across such a rock, and in such a way, that
13   I,       XXV|      head against a point of rock harder than a diamond."~ ~"
14   I,      XXVI|      up to the top of a high rock, and there set himself to
15   I,     XXVII|      turning the corner of a rock they discovered a man of
16   I,    XXVIII|     they discovered behind a rock, seated at the foot of an
17   I,    XXVIII|     behind some fragments of rock that lay there; which they
18   I,     XXXIV|  assiduity he undermined the rock of her purity with such
19  II,      XLIV|      down~ From thy Tarpeian Rock~ Upon this burning heart,