Canto

1     1|     For if we fight because yon rising sun~This raging heat
2     1|    boughs deceive my sight, yon noble steed~Is, sure, Bayardo,
3     2|      I shall take from thee yon lovely weft;~To leave thee
4     2|    I weep,~And, as I trust, yon daring spoiler slain,~Give
5     2|  below.~But you would climb yon cliffs, and for your gains~
6     7| wear,~I have no doubt if to yon island I~This, where thine
7    10| tell.~ ~  LXXVII~"Lo! where yon mighty banner planted stands,~
8    27|   ear --~To their confusion yon that tale shall hear."~ ~