Canto

 1    10|          s comfort reassured.~ ~ CI~Rogero overhand, not in
 2    14|    statue upon earth in gold.~ ~ CI~Lamenting may be heard the
 3    15|         his mind from prayer.~ ~ CI~For his misfortune, one
 4    17|       staggered by the blow.~ ~  CI~They cast the truncheons
 5    18| recognized the duke and peer.~ ~ CI~His pleasing ways she did
 6    19|          proffered courtesy!"~ ~ CI~Till eve they strove, nor
 7    20|         fair region, steers:~ ~  CI~Last rises Luna, where his
 8    23|          fair and many trees.~ ~ CI~The mid-day fervour made
 9    24|         and by thousands fly.~ ~ CI~Without once gathering breath,
10    26|    Vulcan to the Trojan peer.~ ~ CI~The Tartar and Rogero had
11    27|         conquest in that cry.~ ~ CI~Paris-town rocked, and turbid
12    28|         is innocent and fair.~ ~ CI~The monk, that to this talk
13    31|          duel, face to face."~ ~ CI~Courteous was Sericana's
14    32|          maid she was before.~ ~ CI~The maid turns pale, and
15    33|        now dilapidated, fane.~ ~ CI~To other Tremizen he posts,
16    37|       neck he fell half dead.~ ~ CI~The maid of France is with
17    41|        dearest and most true?~ ~ CI~An iron ring that girt his
18    42|         has them on his head.~ ~ CI~"If certain of thy wife'
19    43|          by the cruel stroke.~ ~ CI~" `My mighty obligation
20    44|       found the warrior none.~ ~ CI~Because he wots not where
21    45|         I, the first or last.~ ~ CI~"Enough I to my lover faith
22    46|          bears away the meed.~ ~ CI~On the last day, when at