Canto

1    18| Threats not nor speaks, but whirls his sword about,~Well venging
2    19|     mid the band~Of foemen, whirls his falchion, in desire~
3    24| bends the forest green.~Now whirls the broken boughs, at random
4    24|     down upon his feet,~And whirls his sword; to see his courser
5    33|    the restless wind, which whirls it round,~Lifts if aloft
6    36|   in the sound.~ ~ XXII~She whirls this while her faulchion,
7    46|  and on his chest suspends;~Whirls here and there and grapples;