Canto

 1     7|     the casque, with stedfast aim, ~So hard Rogero smote her,
 2    10|     other shore with punctual aim,~As if forewarned and well
 3    16|  traitor, stay."~Nor from its aim the sword-stroke wandered
 4    18|       XII~He at his head took aim who stood most nigh;~Ughetto
 5    20|     levelled stock,~For surer aim, the damsel in mid-shield;~
 6    29|      savage, open to his evil aim,~And like a mouse, beneath
 7    30| faulchions at the steeds took aim,~Each other to unhorse,
 8    32|        which never missed its aim;~Whose touch each warrior
 9    32|      other rest must be thine aim,~Since, by our universal
10    36|        Unable at the Child to aim her blow,~The lady spent
11    36|   drive me from thee is thine aim;~And I, that thy desires
12    37|       other thought, no other aim,~No other care, nor spake
13    43|    eyes:~Yet have no steadier aim, no better care,~Stung by
14    44|       to prevent the damsel's aim~From being to a safe conclusion