Canto

 1     2|       such spacious rings and clean,~While the enchanter so
 2     9|   count he made;~And vanished clean; but after little stay,~
 3    12|    espied,~Than she evanished clean, and spurred her mare:~The
 4    14|       his weight, and vaulted clean across,~Loaded with all
 5    17|    alive, or rather swallowed clean;~Then moved the stone, which
 6    19|        his collar through,~So clean, no surgeon ever pieced
 7    20|    morion thrust so well,~She clean out-bore him senseless from
 8    23|    wore,~And one bore off, to clean, his iron vest.~This was
 9    39|   With that, Sir Sansonet cut clean asunder~The sapling, shorn
10    39|      from his bonds delivered clean,~And raiment to the naked
11    41|     to belly he had cleft him clean.~ ~ LXXXV~No more in arms
12    41|    saddle-tree have cleft him clean:~But the good sword, as
13    42|    thy wife, thou shalt drink clean.~And now -- to try thy fortune --
14    43| thinking, now shall you drink clean;~For clean as yet I think
15    43|    shall you drink clean;~For clean as yet I think your consort,
16    43|      through that dead water, clean,~Which men call life; wherein
17    46|       in thickness -- pierces clean;~ ~ CXVII~And -- but his