Canto

 1     6|       bathe his burning lips he strains;~Now dabbles in the crystal
 2     6|      safer road upon the right,~Strains now against the mountain;
 3    10| Strathforth shows the bird, who strains~His daring eyes to keep
 4    15|        briny billows clear,~And strains so nimbly in the course,
 5    16|        upon the weapon which he strains,~Whole and collected for
 6    17| Norandino hears the approaching strains;~And now advancing to the
 7    34|       more and more the warrior strains,~That he at last the mountain-summit
 8    39|        the combat, and directly strains~For Arles, not far remote,
 9    42|    trembling hand the faulchion strains.~ ~ XLIX~The monster so
10    46|         hand, which his poniard strains,~For he had drawn his deadly