Canto

 1     2|  weary steed,~Who 'mid these rocks has wasted wind and speed.~ ~
 2     2|      so lingered where those rocks aspire,~I saw a dwarf guide
 3     4|    and bottom wet,~Among the rocks of the moist valley dropt,~
 4     8|     Meantime, through rugged rocks, and shagged with thorn,~
 5    13|     fast~Towards the pointed rocks about Rochelle:~Save He,
 6    19|      his reckoning, nigh~The rocks of Tripoli and bark must
 7    20|    will ever be,~Thou on the rocks hast wrecked, in wintry
 8    25| drear to see.~Bristling with rocks, a steep and narrow way~
 9    29|    wear and tear~Of the rude rocks, and suffering sore, lies
10    30|   towers resist the wind, so rocks the flood.~ ~ XLIX~As Turpin
11    39|   channels wear,~Uproot hard rocks, and mighty trees which