Canto

1    22| While with her ready sword, Dordona's pride~Was at his flank,
2    31| didst destroy~The damsel of Dordona's every joy!~ ~ VII~I speak
3    35|   him at despite.~Meanwhile Dordona's lady craved the field;~
4    36|     The daring damsel, fair Dordona's boast,~Sore vexed and
5    45|     be seen of none.~ ~ LXX~Dordona's martial maid is of a vein~
6    46|     narrow tide,~A loser to Dordona's lady, vest~And arms suspended
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