Canto

 1     1|    from him, like crane from falcon, flies.~Time was the lady
 2     2|     my dear-loved maid,~Like falcon, who, descending, aims its
 3     2|   Shoots like a well trained falcon to the ground,~Who sees
 4     8|    He on his fist a ravening falcon bore,~Which he made fly
 5    11|    This saker, culverine, or falcon hight,~I hear (all names
 6    19|    along,~Faster than gentle falcon ever flew;~And sore the
 7    25|   marish wend,~If suddenly a falcon from the sky~Swoop mid the
 8    29|    out, to satisfy~Merlin or falcon that the game pursue.~How
 9    42|     from the dull or envious falcon's nail,~Escapes the unhappy
10    43|  sway;~Who, following a lost falcon in its flight,~Entering
11    43|     swiftly makes return~The falcon, hurrying at his lord's
12    46| Count Anselm overflows,~Gan, Falcon, Gini and Ginami's crew:~