Canto

1     4|     Had laid her head, than wheeling widely round,~The flying
2     6|    round,~Than that, where, wheeling wide, the courser furled~
3     8|  better side.~The hawk, oft wheeling, with her talons tore~The
4    35| filled with rage and shame;~Wheeling as well, at that proud paynim
5    37|   road~And long ascend, now wheeling left, now right:~Nor till
6    43|   prest;~And truly felt, on wheeling round his steed,~As if his
7    46|     fierce and cruel wound.~Wheeling with wondrous mastery, here