Canto

 1    10| December-snow and July-heat.~ ~ XCVI~Her would Rogero have some
 2    14|         their arrival know."~ ~ XCVI~Silence to him no otherwise
 3    15|          baptized the youth.~ ~ XCVI~Designing there a fortilage,
 4    17| stretched him on the plain.~ ~  XCVI~Here two good brothers of
 5    18|   another solemn tournament.~ ~ XCVI~For which he made what stately
 6    19| unhorsed, appeared his fall.~ ~ XCVI~They scarcely touch the
 7    20|      oars and make all sail.~ ~ XCVI~The duke within and out
 8    22|        of wonderment, again.~ ~ XCVI~Nor any thing throughout
 9    23|       at his ease re-pieced.~ ~ XCVI~He mounts his horse, and
10    24|    comes to venge his loss."~ ~ XCVI~As a good hawk, who duck
11    25|        he should wend alone.~ ~ XCVI~True to the time and place
12    26|    Rogero the design to aid.~ ~ XCVI~Adding that he, in doing
13    27|       power avenge the deed.~ ~ XCVI~But the wise king, Sobrino,
14    28|       trapt with sable weed.~ ~ XCVI~Who that attendant monk
15    31|       for the fierce assay.~ ~  XCVI~"Belike thou hoped," (said
16    32|      mark each storied wall.~ ~ XCVI~So beauteous are the figures,
17    33|         and France, and all.~ ~ XCVI~Astolpho in his flight will
18    37|       are quicker to assail.~ ~ XCVI~Not only they the dame and
19    41|    Anglantes' haughty count.~ ~ XCVI~And would by any other so
20    42|        artist had concealed.~ ~ XCVI~The statues in the middle
21    43|    reptile would have slain.~ ~ XCVI~"Arriving here, upon the
22    44|       prisoners to Belgrade.~ ~ XCVI~When done was that day's
23    45|      her wedded lord refuse.~ ~ XCVI~Ere she herself to any consort
24    46|        righteous Tully bear.~ ~ XCVI~Elsewhere in martial panoply