Canto

 1     1|    gallant steed,~And, "Stay, Bayardo mine," Rinaldo cried,~"Too
 2     1|     yon noble steed~Is, sure, Bayardo, who before us flies,~And
 3     1| impetuous speed.~-- Yes, 'tis Bayardo's self I recognize.~How
 4     1|      had not viewed.~For good Bayardo had in memory~Albracca,
 5     2|     leap,~Is from the fury of Bayardo freed,~You may believe the
 6     2|      passing where the prompt Bayardo stood,~Leaps on his back,
 7     2|      winged her rapid flight,~Bayardo marked the damsel as she
 8     2|       told.~ ~ XXIII~Now good Bayardo had believed the tiding~
 9     4|      Forthwith his armour and Bayardo found,~And landed on the
10     4|      came the sound,~This his Bayardo, that his hackney spurred;~
11     5|      So wide is felt the good Bayardo's sway,)~And he who hears
12     9|  nimble and so fair,~That but Bayardo could with him compare.~ ~