Canto

 1    10|      find the way to wound.~ ~ CXI~This while the lady begs
 2    14|       of strokes and blows.~ ~ CXI~Nor in this was is iron
 3    17|     knightly ensigns drest.~ ~ CXI~He, who was clad in trappings
 4    18|       takes down the prize.~ ~ CXI~And throwing some on earth,
 5    20| cavalier who was her guide.~ ~ CXI~He of Maganza was a count,
 6    23|       present bitter fruit.~ ~ CXI~Three times, and four, and
 7    24|        of the Moorish host.~ ~ CXI~The lady, with bold heart, '
 8    26|  singly such an ill repair.~ ~ CXI~As peasant, when a river
 9    27|       paynim camp forsakes.~ ~ CXI~As the afflicted bull who
10    33| nations under his command.~ ~  CXI~God marred the rash emprise,
11    37|      cross, its rugged bed.~ ~ CXI~So Marganor whilere each
12    43|       useful can be bought?~ ~ CXI~" `For whatsoever I of him
13    45| believe, his plighted word.~ ~ CXI~"What now you say you should
14    46|        order for such need.~ ~ CXI~The pale-faced dames and