Canto

 1    14|     to whom they prayed.~ ~  CXVIII~He in a cuirass, hard and
 2    17|  before the close of day.~ ~ CXVIII~On the left hand a castle
 3    18|     drove in full career.~ ~ CXVIII~On Rabican, pricked forth
 4    20|  done, had rendered vain.~ ~ CXVIII~Vainly the young Zerbino,
 5    23| offend him, with a cloud.~ ~ CXVIII~Little availed the count
 6    26| drops and that the brand.~ ~ CXVIII~Him o'er the field his courser
 7    27| trusts you to his scathe!~ ~ CXVIII~"Neither my love nor length
 8    33|     sent me to thine aid.~ ~ CXVIII~"Offer these vows to God,
 9    37|      and ruin may expect.~ ~ CXVIII~Nor hence they part ill
10    43|   and as it was foreseen.~ ~ CXVIII~"By richest presents tempted
11    46| staggering coursers fall.~ ~ CXVIII~With bridle and with spur