Canto

 1     8| mariners their course explore,~Making their way, with aid of sail
 2    14|  hatched, forebore to show;~As making small account of any one,~
 3    15|    which blow upon their feet,~Making this serve or that, her
 4    16|      Elsewhere the paladin was making fly~A hundred banners: while
 5    22|       screaming loud, nor ever making head~Against the damsel,
 6    25|      though the unarmed people making way,~Wounding flank, paunch,
 7    27|        his spume~The horse was making his rich bridle white:~I
 8    29|      master-masons found;~And, making full six thousand men unite,~
 9    36|        which she has in store.~Making his congees to the friendly
10    37|  valley they three women found~Making that plaint, who in strange
11    37|     prayer;~In the holy temple making her amends,~Where her first
12    43|       And coasts, in tears and making sad lament,~The marshes
13    43|       I~To you was in my story making known)~When he expected
14    45|     Rogero Bradamant hath won,~Making that maid appear less strong