Book

 1    II|   church to undo the gate.~ ~ XCI~It seemed fury, discord,
 2    IV|   breedeth fruitless love.~ ~ XCI~Sometimes, as if her hope
 3     V|   appal your courage bold?~ ~ XCI~"That Lord who helped you
 4    VI| sudden flight constrained.~ ~ XCI~The trusty squire provided
 5   VII|       twixt mail and mail.~ ~ XCI~At last he hit him on a
 6    IX|    wounded, hurt and slew.~ ~ XCI~While thus he killed many
 7   XII|       so slept the knight.~ ~ XCI~And clad in starry veil,
 8  XVII|     and thy house's light.~ ~ XCI~"His younger age foretokens
 9 XVIII|       turret new appeared;~ ~ XCI~Far in the air up clomb
10   XIX|     thy squire and guide?"~ ~ XCI~With that she fetched a
11    XX|     won and conquered was.~ ~ XCI~The hold was won, slain