Canto

 1     9|        no faster on my way?"~ ~ XCIII~Nor he in England nor in
 2    10|      rock with fetters tied;~ ~ XCIII~Bound to the naked rock
 3    12|    return the warrior greet.~ ~ XCIII~'Tis true, that when that
 4    14|      cave runs under ground.~ ~ XCIII~Beneath the shadow of this
 5    15|     France his way retraces.~ ~ XCIII~The warriors to the left-hand
 6    17|       inch will make an ell.~ ~ XCIII~Already he the lance upon
 7    18|      death his penance urge.~ ~ XCIII~Bound is the wretch, but
 8    19|       first trumpet's sound!~ ~ XCIII~No mouth was opened and
 9    20|       noise resounding nigh.~ ~ XCIII~For so to friend as stranger,
10    22|         my shame!" he cries.~ ~ XCIII~Filled to the brim with
11    23|   hounds and hunters' cries.~ ~ XCIII~She had upon her back the
12    24|      well closed with pitch.~ ~ XCIII~So, compassing a mighty
13    25|   covertly that writ convey.~ ~ XCIII~When he had closed the sheet,
14    27|      thousand birds content.~ ~ XCIII~"I hence to yonder tower,
15    28|       yellow harvests waved.~ ~ XCIII~Here, newly built upon a
16    30|      him a twelvemonth long.~ ~ XCIII~His course to Mont Albano
17    31|    baron was of craven kind.~ ~ XCIII~Now that Gradasso learns
18    32|       Love his castle's use.~ ~ XCIII~"For Love should make a
19    33|         heard Baiardo neigh;~ ~ XCIII~And found him shrowded in
20    37|     with fiercer choler are.~ ~ XCIII~Them with such hatred, them
21    41|       his right should flow.~ ~ XCIII~Him in the flank Gradasso
22    42|      the liquid amber dropt.~ ~ XCIII~Between this and that lofty
23    43| contaminate her honest will.~ ~ XCIII~"Her fearful husband still
24    44|      admiring prince's love.~ ~ XCIII~But if young Leo loved him
25    45|        the stars was placed.~ ~ XCIII~"Nor Cillarus, nor Arion,
26    46|     step is sovereign grace.~ ~ XCIII~The first part of the storied