Canto

 1     9| Stored up for use in magazine profound,~Which scarce has reached --
 2    10|     Olympia lap in slumber so profound,~No sheltered bear or dormouse
 3    10|      lost Rogero, sorrow more profound~Wakes in her breast than
 4    14|     the band he spread a mist profound,~And everywhere beside '
 5    14|   descends, wide, horrid, and profound.~ ~ CXXVII~Besides, that
 6    14|  Themselves into the perilous profound;~And thence by many ladders
 7    21|       as wakened out of sleep profound,~In silence, hard upon Zerbino
 8    22|    and she~Looks on Rogero in profound surprise~That for so many
 9    24|  Zerbino and Isabel, in grief profound,~Stood looking on, nor what
10    25|     Into the middle of a wood profound~By chance I from the beaten
11    27|    Saracen, whom rage no less profound~Against his sovereign lord
12    31|   shallow is the water, where profound:~With breast and flanks
13    37|       flood of vice, in whose profound~And miry waters Marganor