Canto

 1     1|  teems, and freshening water flows,~And breeze and dewy dawn
 2     5|   whose every fond affection flows~Towards a gentle knight
 3     9|    neighbouring sea in quiet flows.~Bretons and Normans parting
 4    10|     fame from such a contest flows;~She with her sisters to
 5    14|    more justly say.~A stream flows into it, and forth again;~
 6    18|  well, which round about him flows,~And renders aye his every
 7    18| squadron through the gateway flows.~The valiant Gryphon changes
 8    19|      solid bronze the rabble flows~In troubled tide; and to
 9    21|      her eyes into her bosom flows,~` -- Where shall I succour
10    24|     of life-blood, which yet flows.~Now, when his anger and
11    27|   mind! how lightly ebbs and flows~Your fickle mood," (he cries,) "
12    27|      Corsic wine and Grecian flows;~For, in all else a Moor,
13    32|     though from one mouth it flows,~Fame to a boundless torrent
14    37|  with sweeter eloquence than flows~From other lips, that gentle
15    37|   more haughty and impetuous flows;~Rogero so, the more he
16    41|     high as heaven the water flows:~The oars are broken; and
17    43|      Apennine into our river flows;~Where, both of farm and