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 1    II|      mighty main, the winds~ Roll up its waste of waters,
 2    II|       And they, once struck, roll like unto the same.~ But
 3    II|    besides,~ Able at once to roll, and rasp the sense.~ And
 4   III|   they in filth and darkness roll around;~ Some perish away
 5   III| create of little shapes that roll;~ But, contrariwise, the
 6    IV|   flow of varied odours~ May roll along, and we're constrained
 7     V|   lest we should think~ They roll along by any plan of gods.~
 8     V|    out,~ And everywhere make roll the starry fires~ Through
 9     V|   mighty and sidereal years~ Roll round in mighty orbits,
10     V|     to suppose that moon may roll~ With light her very own,
11     V|    and the moon are seen~ To roll along - moon, day, and night,
12    VI|  vainly doth the human race~ Roll in its bosom the grim waves
13    VI|   Ones in serene repose,~ Do roll the mighty waves of wrath
14    VI|      themselves about,~  And roll from 'mid the clouds the
15    VI|   them one by other, as they roll,~ Into that onward course.
16    VI|      mouth the breath~ Would roll a noisome stink, as stink
17    VI|      saw~ So many a time men roll their eyeballs round,~ Staring