Canto
1     1|  at his foeman's head each aims his spear.~ ~ LXII~Not brindled
2     2|   falcon, who, descending, aims its blow,~Sank in a thought
3    10| where the tushes grow,~But aims that 'twixt the ears his
4    30|   As Mandricardo's head he aims his blade,~But such the
5    33|  At croup or collar now he aims his blow,~Now strikes at
6    38| Child, that at her brother aims the steel,~Who doth his
7    41| bare,~All to their private aims alone attend,~And only to
8    45|    and flank.~ ~ LXXIV~Now aims that martial maid a trenchant
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