Canto

1    16|        lance,~Their thighs and stirrups quivering, like the spear.~
2    20|       shock,~And rising in his stirrups scowered the field,~Firm
3    23|    about his rein.~Firm in his stirrups self-collected stood~Roland,
4    23| Orlando lies,~With feet i' the stirrups, tightening yet his thighs.~ ~
5    24|         Reined him, and in the stirrups fixt his feet.~ ~ XCVII~
6    24| deprived of all his might,~The stirrups lost; and in her sight,
7    24|        his horse give way,~The stirrups quits, and lightly from
8    29|      hid her visage sweet,~Her stirrups lost; and, tumbling form
9    30| assault.~ ~ LVII~Poised in his stirrups stood the Tartar lord,~And