Canto

  1     1|      He up and down the forest bore the dame,~Till to a sylvan
  2     1|       his better hand a helmet bore:~The very casque, which
  3     1|        that which good Orlando bore~From Aspramont, where bold
  4     1|   monarch ill the interruption bore,~And spurred his horse to
  5     2|         the celestial warrior, bore his shield;~But why delayed
  6     2|     Narbonne and of Montpelier bore:~How both had raised the
  7     3|        one who a wicked spirit bore,~To add another sin to evil
  8     3|      another sin to evil deed,~Bore off with him the warlike
  9     4|  sailing through the rack,~Who bore an armed knight upon his
 10     4|     For him a filly to griffin bore;~Hight hippogryph. In wings
 11     4|    conqueror with the chain he bore,~Atlantes walked, the damsel
 12     4|      finds the hippogryph, who bore the shield,~But in its case
 13     5|           XIII~"Unlike what he bore me, he said, indeed,~That
 14     5|     XIX~"The passion which she bore the lord, preferred~And
 15     5|     thence, to you the tidings bore.'~Geneura stood amazed,
 16     5|      yards beyond his horse he bore.~With speed alighted Mount
 17     6|    Than was the love he lately bore the maid;~For he too foul,
 18     6|      hook nor sweeping net she bore,~What fish she willed, at
 19     6|     those the bungle blow.~One bore a corded ladder, one a book;~
 20     6|        of that the necromancer bore,~Which dazed the sight of
 21     7|      Rogero smote her, that he bore~The beldam backward six
 22     7|      love she to the stripling bore,~Set not on gifting him
 23     7|        or at rest, the fay~Ill bore the youth should be an hour
 24     7|  Atlantes sage~She fronts, who bore the enchanter's borrowed
 25     8|     his fist a ravening falcon bore,~Which he made fly for pastime
 26     8|     thirst and labour which he bore~By that drear sandy way
 27     8|        part,~Who with the lady bore away his heart:~ ~ XXXIII~
 28     8|     moistened sand the palfrey bore,~Him, plunged into the brine,
 29     8|        radiant torch Love ever bore,~Threw from the flask a
 30     8|    enchanter friar the pirates bore~On board their ship, a sad,
 31     8|    said, "oh! how unworthily~I bore myself! and out, alas! what
 32     8|     erst he from an Amostantes bore,~Whom he had slain in fight
 33     9|       pinnace that towards him bore:~She steered, as if she
 34     9|       impatience like relation bore:~Hence first induced to
 35     9|        isle the name of Albion bore:~But the south wind, which
 36     9|     ceaseless wind the frigate bore;~The helmsman kept the sea,
 37     9|     the name my faithful lover bore,~When Friesland's king,
 38     9|        king that people hatred bore~With all his following:
 39     9|        appertaining to it, all~Bore off as well, the powder
 40    10|      hippogryph on airy voyage bore:~Whence he the good Rinaldo'
 41    10|       him to alight: the other bore~A cup of chrystal to the
 42    10|    ample ocean scarce the navy bore,~From all her vessels, to
 43    10|      above the sea the courser bore,~And seldom was the land
 44    10|      And every beauteous woman bore away,~Destined to be a monster'
 45    11|       her Brunello in Albracca bore.~ ~ IV~This is the ring
 46    11|        better than the mockery bore~Put on him by the maid;
 47    11|         Orlando I pursue,~That bore Cymosco's thunder-bolt away;~
 48    11|     the blast:~Others the iron bore, and small or grand,~Fashion
 49    11|   pirates made the prize,~They bore her from the desert isle
 50    11|      he had entered bodily, he bore,~He for the country knew
 51    11|  animal discreet~Which Phryxus bore, the sun illumed the sphere,~
 52    12|   Alike a charmed life Orlando bore,~Safe every where, except
 53    12|        and swords, his corslet bore~By thousands, and as many
 54    12|       LXXXII~His mirror Valour bore about, and here~Each blemish
 55    13|    showed me, and, I think, be bore me love,~And left no less
 56    13|   messenger who joyful tidings bore.~ ~ XLVIII~"Fear not for
 57    14|         hatred to our faith he bore.~ ~ XXVII~Prusion is the
 58    14|       shield and sable surcoat bore.~-- And, sir, 'twas true;
 59    14|       of cavaliers that armour bore:~And these the paynim questioned
 60    14|        club the warlike Tartar bore,~Since, when the Trojan
 61    14|       Roland bears, and Hector bore of old.~ ~ XLIV~Great is
 62    14|       cheated of his prey,~Ill bore that any, from the murderous
 63    14|         in her hands and bosom bore,~And consultation, and authority:~
 64    14|    life, at night with lovers, bore~Thieves company, and sinned
 65    14|      city walls, a bridge that bore~(Roomy and large) king Charles'
 66    15|         when he took the city, bore~ ~ XCIX~Cleansed of their
 67    15|     ill the afflicted champion bore,~From his long-cherished
 68    17|        to the sea their burden bore:~Her to her father, who
 69    17|    Which bold Laodicea's baron bore.~Thrice of four times about
 70    18|       A knight, who seized and bore away the bride."~Jealousy,
 71    18|         to the pigmy dwarf who bore~The news, exclaimed the
 72    18|       in far Catay with her he bore~Called him by name, nor
 73    18|       wrong his angered people bore,~And, to avenge him, lance
 74    18|   Which at the first encounter bore to ground~What knights he
 75    18|   Gathered, and from the field bore off the rest:~To sit down
 76    19|    mouth so fiercely blew,~And bore with it so swift a stream
 77    19|        Fortune to this kingdom bore;~And that he only could
 78    19|   encounter her with swiftness bore;~Who poised a lance so massive
 79    20|    agreed to tell the style be bore.~She quickly satisfied the
 80    20|      stranger roved, my mother bore.~And 'tis a twelvemonth
 81    20|      respect she to the safety bore~Of the companions whom her
 82    20|      was slain, and that which bore~Marphisa: to himself the
 83    20|        under all their canvas, bore;~And having gained such
 84    20|    with her across the torrent bore;~And is content to bear,
 85    20|       Maganza was a count, who bore~The lady with him (Pinabello
 86    21|     Holland he was hight)~That bore upon a field of sable hue~
 87    21|      to him the dame no longer bore.~Lo! Fortune for her an
 88    21|     deeply graven in his bosom bore~The image of his friend
 89    21|      to counteract the pest he bore~Within his bowels, in this
 90    22|      armed) with him his bugle bore;~ ~  XI~And traversing a
 91    22|   bethought him of the horn be bore.~But for the succour of
 92    22|       damsel whom the stranger bore~With him, dismount, and
 93    22|    which might the solid anvil bore,~(So well their ends were
 94    22|       rather say;~And Pinnabel bore off her courser brave,~Deeming
 95    23|        behold;~The day that he bore off, with wonderous range,~
 96    23|        horse from Pinnabel she bore.~ ~  XIX~To Vallombrosa
 97    23|    indeed his tempered helm to bore,~But such a shock he suffered
 98    23|    field of fight her beauties bore.~ ~ LXIV~When young Zerbino
 99    23|    first assayed.~And worse he bore she should another's be,~
100    23|       blinded by his fear;~And bore with him the Tartar cavalier.~ ~
101    23|     would seek the flags which bore~The golden lilies, and King
102    23|  golden spurs he wore,~And one bore off, to clean, his iron
103    24| assault; and next, how bandits bore~Her to the cavern, in a
104    24|    Zerbino's death, among them bore.~ ~ XXXVI~The horse, that
105    24|     mighty is the love Zerbino bore,~Nor less than his the love
106    24|      simple knight and captain bore,~To join the troops, beneath
107    24|        train;~And said that he bore letters to the son~Of Ulien,
108    25|      flank, paunch, and bosom, bore them down.~He whirled his
109    25|      cut which in her head she bore:~Hence, shorn, she wandered
110    26|  approaching had surveyed,~Who bore that noble bird, by fiery
111    26|    others from their shoulders bore,~And parted from the hips
112    26|       by her that in her heart~Bore of his worth the image so
113    26| levelling the sturdy lance she bore,~Defied, and next assailed,
114    26|      fowls of air.~ ~  XCIX~He bore on azure field that eagle
115    26|    wore~The bird of Ide, which bore off Ganymede:~How in the
116    26|     gentle palfrey's form, who bore~The beauteous daughter of
117    27| dissevered from the heads they bore,~And legs and arms -- a
118    27|       which Anglantes' warrior bore,~For which he had the fairest
119    27|       swords the twain asunder bore;~With them Grandonio was
120    27|      talons circled round;~And bore him where the sons of King
121    27|       Marphisa thence Brunello bore~In such a guise, yet grieved
122    27|     was the name that stranger bore;~A name I shall remember
123    28|        cross and holy reliques bore;~Which one, a pilgrim of
124    28|    them led a lusty steed,~Who bore a burden, trapt with sable
125    29|     Quickly the stream asunder bore the pair.~Roland was naked,
126    30|     display~That rightfully he bore Jove's beauteous bird,~To
127    30|      and letter to Mount Alban bore.~This while unceasing tears
128    30|   kinsman's flower the warrior bore.~How he for Paris journeyed,
129    31|        encountered any one who bore~Semblance of knight, that
130    31|       one conjectures Malagigi bore~A part in the alarum of
131    31|    that courser, which Rinaldo bore,~And Durindana by his side
132    31|      the champion in a pinnace bore.~Too tedious were the tale
133    32|      the martial fair~Brunello bore, nor had she done him wrong.~
134    32|     cause believed the news he bore,~A rumour universally received~
135    32|     LXXI~The guard his message bore, where at their ease~Reposed
136    33|    attendant on a signal made,~Bore thither lighted torches,
137    33|      clear him of the blame he bore,~He had not that which was
138    34|     than a victor's semblance, bore.~I who perceive he loves,
139    34|       done~With other; and one bore it off elsewhere;~A third
140    35|     engraved on metal, thither bore.~ ~ XI~I know not if you
141    35|    behoved our Lord, of whom I bore~Such testimony, so my paints
142    35|       tell you who the tidings bore)~She was towards her native
143    36|       temples; and his galleys bore,~Laden with prey, to your
144    36|        robbers thee, Marphisa, bore away:~While young Rogero '
145    36|        firm love the hate they bore whilere.~When, as a sign
146    36|       or nothing she in memory bore.~ ~ LXX~"Of Trojan ancestors
147    37|    wicked love he to that lady bore.~The holy, hospitable laws
148    37|        the three good coursers bore.~ ~ XCVII~Thence, lightened
149    37|          CVIII~To the hag, who bore such hatred to that wight,~
150    38|       womb~Beyond the sea, and bore in want and woe.~Till my
151    38|       horses which that region bore;~Of elephants and camels
152    38|       Nubian monarch's outrage bore~To Agramant from his vicegerent
153    38|      and lords, that severally bore~The other harness of Rogero
154    39|   raiment to the naked warrior bore;~All comforting their friend,
155    40|    Branzardo there the sceptre bore;~Few masons at command,
156    40|        other thing the Nubians bore,~And by degrees filled-up
157    40|     won.~The mother this, that bore the child away;~Rapes and
158    40|        of Paris, arms together bore.~ ~ XLVII~With much displeasure
159    40|     challenge which the herald bore;~Nor less by Brigliadoro;
160    40|        sight --~To bold Rogero bore his horse and brand,~That
161    41|        But the waves snapt and bore the helm away.~To lower,
162    41|      rock the abandoned vessel bore;~Quitted of those unhappy
163    41|       wind and weather seaward bore.~Their vessel made that
164    41|   counsels flow~Which once you bore and bear me, as you say,~(
165    41|   horse the Christian champion bore;~Nor worse the southern
166    41|      was scared the horse that bore~Upon his back Anglantes'
167    42|       was his, as late~Rinaldo bore her enmity and hate.~ ~
168    42|       in good time, a horseman bore,~Equipt with arms of beauteous
169    42|        her such passing hatred bore,~For this no other cause
170    42|     Above that wife who whilom bore her name.~Strozza and Tebaldeo --
171    43|        to his lips the vase he bore;~He thought; then thus: "
172    43|       of gentle line my mother bore,~But of small means, in
173    43|       daughter which fair Leda bore;~And all the wit and wealth
174    43|    pleased him so at sight,~He bore her impress in his heart
175    43|    most costly jewels with her bore~E'er brought form Ind, or
176    43|    praised which fair Nausicaa bore.~ ~ LVIII~He heard, it in
177    43|  befits the reverend charge he bore.~He, wedded, strait in jealousy
178    43|    value deemed the crone.~She bore the message to the dame
179    43|        in thy troubles still I bore a burden,~Why am I not a
180    43|      torches like those others bore.~Mantled, say rather closely
181    45|  secret, Leo with the man that bore~The prison-keys a parley
182    45|     mighty obligation which he bore;~That debt which cannot
183    45|        the lady who~Afterwards bore it, deemed that not to spell,~
184    45|      opposite should cleave or bore.~She whets her steel, and
185    45|         and to thee thy forage bore:~Dear wast thou to my lady-love:
186    46|    wise --~Because ill Fortune bore her long despite;~Lo! Arragonian
187    46|    only I renounced the hate I bore,~But purposed to be thine
188    46|      Not only that goodwill he bore whilere~Abates not, but
189    46|       pursue~The hatred that I bore thee; and had I,~When thee
190    46|        Bulgars' land a message bore.~ ~ XLIX~Since they that
191    46|    court he wends; the bird he bore~Of gold with its two heads --
192    46|     prize from Constantine she bore,~Who for disport was tented
193    46|        all within and out, she bore away;~And of the costly
194    46|      band on the Leucadian sea~Bore off the treasure, amid other
195    46|        he grew~Weary of Tyber, bore the tent of old.~Melissa
196    46|    stroke; but that fine sword~Bore not such hammering, and
197    46| Saracen so close,~To ground he bore that champion with his hand.~