Canto

1     3|     but that noble lyre~Which sounded at your touch the thunderer'
2    19| warriors laid,~When the trump sounded, in the hostile train,~But
3    26| tempered helm that pagan wore~Sounded the blow, an inch below
4    31|      drums and martial noises sounded;~So many steeds in that
5    36|       Which in those camps is sounded every day,~Bidding the unmounted
6    42|      Rinaldo's strange demand~Sounded importunately in his ear,~
7    45|     steed, whose name we hear~Sounded in Grecian or in Latin lays.~