Canto

 1     3|    lend~Wings to my verse, to soar the pitch I scheme?~Since
 2     4|  discerned,~In fearful peril, soar so high a strain,~She stood
 3    10|     he on high~Would make him soar, or down to earth would
 4    10|   make him beat his wings and soar,~Here, there, as liked him
 5    10|      knows not if he swim, or soar~Upon his feathered courser
 6    23|     the night,~Which, at full soar, even now went up the sky:~
 7    23|    its tangled pinions and to soar,~By struggling, is but more
 8    32| desire lament?~Which makes me soar a pitch so passing high,~
 9    32|       I imp my wings, again I soar;~To flame and fall, tormented
10    33|  through;~That hawk and eagle soar a course less free.~O'er
11    43|     what her endings are;~And soar till Heaven is open to their
12    44|   somewhat left the griffin's soar.~In the sea-marshes last
13    45|    fowler's net hath made him soar;~That for short season,