Canto

1     8|     now its point, and now its edge display.~But with more hinderance
2    31|       grows,~And takes a finer edge; to drink and eat,~Hunger
3    35|       paced upon a faulchion's edge.~ ~ L~The damsel wheeled,
4    36|         it never fell~Upon its edge or point, but still the
5    40|    affray,~And rarely smote an edge on plate and chain.~Now
6    40|      The flat as featly as the edge he plies,~Of that good faulchion
7    41| matchless was that faulchion's edge and grain,~To him experience
8    44| Beneath the chisel's trenchant edge to flake:~Love this may
9    45|     with hammer, to rebate~Its edge, as well he on this faulchion