Canto

 1     6|        lightly stir~The lofty top of beech, or feathery fir:~ ~
 2     6|      gentle myrtle shook from top to root.~ ~ XXXII~Next drops
 3     6|    all appears like gold from top to ground.~Here some one
 4    13|      Only a hill, whose woody top is beat~By ceaseless winds,
 5    14|      whole bulwarks fall,~And top of tower, huge piece of
 6    19|       no one know,~Who on the top of Fortune's wheel is seated;~
 7    19|   seize~The stripling: like a top, the boy turns round~And
 8    23| turbid from the bottom to the top,~Never again was clear the
 9    24|      outright,~And cleft from top to bottom equally;~Shearing
10    29|      high, a sentry paced~Its top, who, whensoever any knight~
11    31|   next, how from the bridge's top,~Embraced by Rodomont, she
12    32| ascended~A turret, from whose top she might survey~Gay champaign,
13    34|      to reach that mountain's top he schemes,~Which little
14    40|  drowned;~Over the elm's high top the fishes glide,~Where
15    41|     steep ascent,~Towards the top with feet intrepid strained;~