Canto

 1    10|   brought by magic lore.~ ~  XCV~The cruel and inhospitable
 2    14|    from the dim retreat.~ ~  XCV~The angel him approaches
 3    15|    errors with his blood.~ ~ XCV~They, at the entrance of
 4    17|      and at Gryphon made.~ ~ XCV~Gryphon, who in his saddle
 5    18|   injured warrior sought.~ ~ XCV~And he determined, in the
 6    19|    start upon their feet.~ ~ XCV~Marphisa in her life, with
 7    20|   the wide town remained.~ ~ XCV~Marphisa, Guido, and the
 8    22|      in what land it lay.~ ~ XCV~Upon Rogero's parting thence,
 9    23| horse, and makes him fly.~ ~ XCV~He flies and hurries through
10    24|      the mountain's side.~ ~ XCV~Him Doralice, as soon as
11    25|       when him they hear.~ ~ XCV~When clad and thoroughly
12    26|    siege has he at heart.~ ~ XCV~Three hundred miles, a thousand,
13    27| grieved the monarch more.~ ~ XCV~Not that he loved the losel
14    28|   need might be supplied.~ ~ XCV~Here standing, full of thought,
15    30|     arms the banded crew;~ ~ XCV~And, saying that she ailed,
16    31|     chariot of the Night.~ ~ XCV~When King Gradasso recognized
17    32|     has heaped the board.~ ~ XCV~In the great hall that plenteous
18    33|  France have made repair.~ ~ XCV~"For him no less secure
19    37|  dame, to quit the field;~ ~ XCV~Even as the wolf, who, laden
20    41|  whereof I spake whilere.~ ~ XCV~Gradasso, desperate when
21    42|   his noble task to end."~ ~ XCV~Albeit such grace and passing
22    43|   furrowed visage hollow.~ ~ XCV~"Poor, pale, unshorn, and
23    44|    which he past whilere.~ ~ XCV~Into the power o' the Bulgars
24    45|      myself this sword?"~ ~  XCV~If him these thoughts so
25    46|       his support in woe.~ ~ XCV~Him in another quarter you