Canto

 1     2|   sea, which boded ill,~And rolled its heavy billows, white
 2    13|   the circling heavens have rolled,~United in Renata I behold.~ ~
 3    14|      and decent vest,~Fraud rolled her eye-balls humbly in
 4    16|     Follicon o'erturned and rolled,~In the right shoulder smit,
 5    26| equal chance;~But prostrate rolled, encumbered by his steed;~
 6    29|     across the stream which rolled fast by.~Long, but so scanty
 7    31|  her visage tears of sorrow rolled;~Who with such mien and
 8    33|   false Fortune's wheel had rolled,~Erewhile, beneath another
 9    33|  long and knotted tails are rolled.~ ~ CXXI~The fowls are heard
10    44| eyes the tears like billows rolled;~A portion of the pains
11    46| while the heavens above are rolled.~Constantine to Byzantium,