Canto

 1    14|      for royal Ulien's son.~ ~ CXXVIII~But he still heartened some,
 2    17|        till returning morn.~ ~ CXXVIII~The early sun had scarce
 3    18| conquers in thy tournament.~ ~ CXXVIII~"Mine are these arms, which
 4    20|     hag where'er she wound.~ ~ CXXVIII~Turning about to him the
 5    23|    fire thou keep'st alive?~ ~ CXXVIII~"I am not -- am not what
 6    26|        and with mickle art.~ ~ CXXVIII~Sage Malagigi versed in
 7    27|  domain to cross the brine.~ ~ CXXVIII~From bank to bank the stream
 8    33|      horn is heard no more.~ ~ CXXVIII~At that dark hellish inlet,
 9    43|         had this concealed.~ ~ CXXVIII~"He knows not what to do:
10    46|      paynim from his steed.~ ~ CXXVIII~Through force or skill,