Canto

 1     7|       Fills up the space, and forms a fitting bound.~ ~ XII~
 2     9| Hibernian monarch's hand,~Who forms a fair armada, in his ire,~
 3    12|    She disappeared, I say, as forms avaunt~At sleep's departure:
 4    12|     strange variety~Of horrid forms, and all inspiring dread;~
 5    14|      bright;~About his person forms a golden ring,~As we see
 6    18|      the flower of Spain,~And forms the host, his royal flag
 7    18|      hell,~And earth, in many forms reveal; and through~The
 8    40|      from shore to shore,~And forms a level to the further side.~
 9    43|   Within a limpid stream that forms a lake;~Which widens, and
10    44|     the rough diamond various forms impart,~Than any stroke,
11    46|   cheerful cry;~And now their forms, that swarm on either pier~
12    46|   fair and quaintly fashioned forms they view~With pleasure,