Canto

 1     1|      in that conflict, on that fatal day,~With his good hand
 2     1|       Fortune would rebel~That fatal day against the Christian
 3     3|       He saved his troops from fatal overthrow;~Not that, for
 4     4|       The old Atlantes suffers fatal wreck,~Foiled by the ring,
 5     5|      bent to wreck her on this fatal shelf,~Counselled with me,
 6     6|        Thou, too, that to this fatal isle art led~By way unwonted
 7     8|    more,~And the bark made the fatal isle again,~Where, till
 8     8|       be true, these hands the fatal blow~Shall deal, and doom
 9     9|        who~Was flying from the fatal field in vain.~The ball
10    11|   weaker wit,~As last upon its fatal purpose hit.~ ~ XXIV~To
11    12| head-piece good defends,~Where fatal Durindana's blade descends.~ ~
12    14|     chief,~Whom dead we on the fatal field surveyed;~And swallowed
13    15|     found, among the rest, the fatal thread.~Then pale became
14    31|        VII~I speak not of what fatal mischief wrought~Hippalca'
15    33| Dispersed and drowning in that fatal water."~ ~ XXXV~(The lord
16    35|    woven he had spied~Upon the fatal wheel for finish wound,~
17    35|      on the wheel is wound the fatal twine;~There fame, and here
18    39|       Royal Marsilius, in that fatal hour,~Fearing the costs
19    42|       fierce Orlando deals the fatal blow.~ ~ XI~Orlando levels
20    43|     one: with that to show~Our fatal state, and what it doth
21    43|      know as well; how on that fatal day~Of change we are to
22    45|   happily~Than if her hand the fatal faulchion guide:~Then sees,