Canto

 1     2|      the prey~Of Pinabel, who drops the damsel brave~Into the
 2     2|      runs in giddy rings;~And drops his head beneath his spreading
 3     6|       palm and cedar-tree,~He drops the shield, the helmet from
 4     6|    top to root.~ ~ XXXII~Next drops were seen to stand upon
 5     9|       by a chord, with speed,~Drops from a window, where with
 6    10|      it, as it fleets.~Rogero drops, and oft the stroke repeats.~ ~
 7    14|   crimson blood.~ ~  CXXII~He drops the shield; and with two-handed
 8    15|     walls Orrilo on the plain~Drops, -- and the strife begins --
 9    26|     hand;~And this the bridle drops and that the brand.~ ~ CXVIII~
10    41|  stars on earth were seen.~He drops the bridle and would drop
11    43| sprinkled-over lay~With ruddy drops, in guise of pattering rain.~
12    45|    press behold!~-- Bradamant drops her head, nor treats as