Canto

1     2|     in his face,~Than his foe tumbles dazzled on the field;~And
2     8|        Senseless the falconer tumbles on the moor;~Drop dog and
3    14|       last shudder gives, and tumbles dead;~Cleft downwards, a
4    16|     has his hands applied,~He tumbles down a roof at every shake.~
5    35| shield,~With heels in air, he tumbles on the field.~ ~ LXXII~To
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