Canto

 1     6|         goat that other stamped the sand;~While some seemed centaurs,
 2     7|            arms, in colour like the sand;~That, saving in its dye,
 3     8|           glowing mass~So fiercely, sand and air both boil with heat,~
 4     8|            Where best the moistened sand the palfrey bore,~Him, plunged
 5     8| wretchedness,~Stood on the shifting sand, with ruffled hair:~Her
 6     9|            the fight,~Rose from the sand with prouder might and main;~
 7    10|      rebound; below~Boils the white sand; while heated with the ray,~
 8    10|          toiling through that heavy sand, as he~Pursued his path
 9    10|           beheld along the shifting sand~Rogero wend, upon his way
10    11|            bottom, and stirs up the sand.~The rising flood ill able
11    15|           so lightly, that the soft sand shows~No token of the passing
12    15|             into the net, below~The sand, the griesly giant had designed;~
13    15|          the brethren two,~Upon the sand beside the haven lies;~And
14    15|             the distant body on the sand.~I know not if they this
15    17|           When on the newly printed sand his eyes~Norandine fixt,
16    17|            sun, stript naked on the sand.~ ~ XLII~" `When hither
17    18|           smote with it; and on the sand~Laid Gryphon first; next
18    19|           many blades, he views the sand~Tinged with his blood, and
19    19|          stands to watch the ebbing sand;~And (each half-glass run
20    24|           steps, new-printed on the sand.~ ~ XXIII~"The steps I traced
21    29|             sell,~Reversed upon the sand that lady fell.~ ~ LXVI~
22    35|            waves appear~Turbid with sand and of discoloured hue;~
23    35|            of those which waves and sand o'errun.~ ~  XIII~Along
24    35|            them, as thou seest, mid sand and surges.~And one in long
25    36|           the youth; nor haply upon sand.~ ~ XXXVII~Rogero, when
26    36|           helmed head she smote the sand.~ ~ XLVII~Bradamant who
27    36|           be given upon that desert sand.~Ye, well enveloped in my
28    38|          shifting plains of powdery sand he past,~Nor dreaded danger
29    40|          there have cast a grain of sand~Between those vessels; moored
30    41|       bedded in that weary waste of sand.~Now thither Roland roved,
31    42|             he saw, extended on the sand,~Slain by the stroke of
32    42|             shook its last upon the sand~The heavy trunk of Libya'
33    44|         wave,~And fills the eddying sand the troubled sky,~To carry