Canto

 1     1|   Saracen to cheer,~Behold a messenger with pouch and horn,~On
 2     2|     prison stied.~When lo! a messenger, in furious course,~Called
 3    13|     such glad visage wore~As messenger who joyful tidings bore.~ ~
 4    18|      be scanned~The tale her messenger was charged to bear,~But
 5    21|  XLII~" `And what he erst by messenger had sought,~From me to-day
 6    23|   XXVI~She purposed the same messenger should bear~As well to her
 7    23|     be possessed.~"No better messenger could I devise,"~(She said,
 8    24|   that, with flowing rein,~A messenger arrives to part the twain.~ ~
 9    24|   part the twain.~ ~ CVIII~A messenger arrives, that from the Moor,~
10    24| manifest.~ ~ CIX~The Moorish messenger not only knows,~By ensigns
11    24|     its friends.~ ~ CXII~The messenger rehearsed, when she had
12    25|      hither blown.~By a sure messenger, to-day I read~That faithless
13    25|     him that day~Told by the messenger, he has at heart.~He well
14    26|     Nor ceased that faithful messenger to ride~Till she Mount Alban
15    32|       She, full of hope, the messenger attended~From hour to hour,
16    33|     LXVI~And found, the lady messenger, with maid~And squire, had
17    40|    heard to roar.~The paynim messenger unceasingly,~Like one in
18    46|  made lament,~Through many a messenger, with joyful shout~And mickle