Canto

 1    12|     wou'd."~He ended, and his temples disarrayed,~And to a beech
 2    12|      thousand folds about the temples spread:~Nor only groan and
 3    14| Another wreath may round your temples bloom,~In that Fabricius
 4    14|    affray;~And in the crowded temples every where~Movement of
 5    17|     shall supply;"~And on his temples smote a stroke so shear,~
 6    25|     if fine helmets did their temples press,~His sword would cut
 7    26|    the conquering troop their temples bare,~All see they have
 8    26|       is seen a cavalier,~His temples circled with imperial bay;~
 9    36|      captive gear~Adorned our temples; and his galleys bore,~Laden
10    40|        amid their fears!~What temples, statues, images were vowed,~
11    46|       the accustomed helm his temples prest.~For on that bridge