Canto

 1    10|        hair dishevelled flew.~ ~ XCVII~And as he fastened his on
 2    14|       that a miracle is done.~ ~ XCVII~Silence the advancing troop
 3    15|        harboured in the dome.~ ~ XCVII~As deputy, the sainted land
 4    17|          honours of the just.~ ~ XCVII~Bold Salinterno, mid the
 5    18|          present at the just.~ ~ XCVII~For a renowned and valiant
 6    19| underneath the sounding blow.~ ~ XCVII~If heavy falls the savage
 7    20|        sea, and perish there.~ ~ XCVII~The duke arrives, seeking
 8    22|          slain the cavalier.~ ~  XCVII~Bradamant in close pass,
 9    23|          of the loving twain.~ ~ XCVII~At his departure waxed Zerbino
10    24|       stirrups fixt his feet.~ ~ XCVII~When the two hostile warriors
11    25|        and by share unturned.~ ~ XCVII~Those three adventurous
12    26|         Frontino be restored.~ ~ XCVII~"Would you that I delay
13    27|        would pursue his name.~ ~ XCVII~Small profit and much peril
14    28|      virtuous life to heaven.~ ~ XCVII~Although in her pale face
15    31|          above or hell below.~ ~ XCVII~"Dost thou, as matched with
16    32|        then feast your eyes."~ ~ XCVII~The guests were placed,
17    33|       land from Spain divide.~ ~ XCVII~To Arragon he past out of
18    37|     three good coursers bore.~ ~ XCVII~Thence, lightened thus,
19    41|       secures it to his hand.~ ~ XCVII~So by the noise was scared
20    42|        on their margins grew.~ ~ XCVII~Conversing with his courteous
21    43|          the following words.~ ~ XCVII~"Albeit thou know'st me
22    44|         glorious battle see.~ ~  XCVII~Some bow and some salute
23    45|         her Rogero to forego.~ ~ XCVII~"Rogero mine, ah! wonder
24    46|       conquered, may be said.~ ~ XCVII~Elsewhere he stands upon