Canto

 1     1|       their hot contention was foregone;~And such fair truce replaced
 2    12|       the helmet, in her haste foregone~On her departure from the
 3    18|   weapons for a day would have foregone.~She thinks not if this
 4    22|        have so many happy days foregone.~ ~ XXXIV~The gentle Bradamant,
 5    22|        Pinnabel has every hope foregone.~He screaming loud, nor
 6    24|       and so laments the prize~Foregone, she weeps for rage, and
 7    24|    message ended, every grudge foregone,~'Twas finally resolved
 8    27| feigned himself of sober sense foregone,~Hoping that so he should
 9    27|     the afflicted bull who has foregone~His heifer, nor can longer
10    33|        the prize by me will be foregone.~Him would Rinaldo conquer,
11    33|       scare.~He now, that hope foregone, with nought to cheer,~Laments,
12    34|      your Orlando, for he hath foregone~The way wherein he was enjoined
13    38|      crying sin of honour once foregone.~ ~ VII~To Arles-town whither
14    38|       neglect or blindness, be foregone~The glorious Fortune, which
15    42|       thinks Rogero her has so foregone~But what to her he shortly
16    43|       finally his courtship is foregone;~But her fair image graved
17    45|  choice of arms must be by her foregone,~No matter who may claim
18    46|       all her vigour is she so foregone,~She cannot on her feeble