Canto

 1     2|            tale was done.~This was Count Pinabel, the Maganzese,~
 2     2|         The severed end she to the count commended,~Then, grasping
 3     9|      nimble in pursuit of ill.~The count departs, disguised in sable
 4     9|          sleep, and many might the count have slain,~Yet never bared
 5     9|        embarking on his quest, the count~Put forth, and cleared that
 6     9|          XXII~"The daughter of the Count of Holland," (cried~The
 7     9|   worthiest of his land,~Me of the count, my father, to demand.~ ~
 8     9|       directs his whole intent~The count by treacherous fraud to
 9     9|       street to street, before the count he made;~And vanished clean;
10     9|            at the pass expects the count;~As soon as he appears,
11     9|       entrance made;~Bireno to the count with courtesy~And grateful
12    10|      speaks Sir Richard, Warwick's count.~The Duke of Gloucester'
13    10|         war;~Who neither duke, nor count, nor marquis hight,~Is in
14    11|       XXXII~Home to his breast the count pulls either oar,~With the
15    11|        welcome pressed~Towards the count, and clasped him to the
16    12|          her will best accord,~The Count Orlando or Circassia's knight.~
17    12|          the brook; yet though the count was near,~Has not stretched
18    12|       deemed, without more debt to count or king,~In place of either
19    12|           to the Spaniard said the count)~"With naked head, thou
20    12|           a vale upon the left the count~Went off, pursuing the Circassian'
21    12|            earth the helmet of the count.~ ~ LX~This he soon recognised,
22    12|          sworn. By good Anglante's count, when taught~That the false
23    12|           took his helmet from the count.~This for his first desert
24    12|        Alzirdo, as the approaching count he eyes,~Who in this world
25    12|       stream:~Disordered, they the count in fury ply,~And, raised
26    12|          pine)~Came driving at the count the barbarous rout;~"Upon
27    12|       plain,~That he who thinks to count the slaughtered band,~Has
28    12|         the shield~Of the intrepid count, with stedfast hand,~Who,
29    12|        haste towards that ray, the count~Arrived where in the wood
30    12|        With pain the virgin to the count replies,~As he inquires
31    13|           CANTO 13~ ~ ARGUMENT~The Count Orlando of the damsel bland~
32    13|            turn to her, who to the count applied,~Praying he would
33    14|         wonder~And envy, seeks the count by hill and plain:~Next
34    14|           In wooded Apennine might count as well~The trees upon its
35    14|           King, duke, and marquis, count and chivalry,~And soldier,
36    15| Berlinghier.~ ~ IX~And of inferior count withal, a horde~Of Lombards,
37    16|           them many a cavalier and count,~Who do their best Zerbino
38    16|    conjoined is Richard, Warwick's count,~And the bold duke of Clarence,
39    16|          day be done,~That I could count each leaf with greater ease~
40    17|          numerous, it were hard to count his stock:~Wont in due season
41    18|      Within my power or knowledge, count upon,~When I know how atonement
42    19|            to remember a galant~In Count Orlando or king Sacripant;~ ~
43    19|         that cruel blow.~ ~ XXXI~O Count Orlando, O king of Circassy,~
44    19|          in sign~Of love to her by Count Orlando borne,~And which
45    20|           good paladin) Anglante's count.~The aged harridan, for
46    20|            CXI~He of Maganza was a count, who bore~The lady with
47    22|      should steer,~A castle of the Count of Poictiers lies:~Where
48    22|          living wight is none,~The Count Anselmo d'Altaripa's son.~ ~
49    22|         Who, on a day, as with the count she went,~I know not whither,
50    22|    Bradamant knew to be the wicked Count,~And, having heard him,
51    23|     Mandricardo strives Anglantes' count:~Who, next, offended by
52    23|         Altaripa held command,~The count from whom was sprung this
53    23|             She to the body of the count drew near,~And with fixt
54    23|           said~Tidings had been to Count Anselmo brought,~That Pinnabel,
55    23|              I know not," said the Count; and left the maid~Upon
56    23|        twas at the hest~Of Anselm, Count of Altaripa, done,~Was certain '
57    23|        helmet here undid the weary Count,~And made the prince too
58    23|            Till Durindana from the count be won.~Pursuing whom, I
59    23|          slain in other wise."~The count could bear no more, and, " '
60    23|           wended with him, but the count, although~Their company
61    23|          one on the left hand.~The count, ere other path he would
62    23|          CXVIII~Little availed the count his self-deceit;~For there
63    23|         about the forest roved the count,~And, at the break of daily
64    24|          crowd, increasing so, the count assail,~And drop from mountain
65    24|        heaven's King preserved the count from scathe,~To make him
66    24|           if that bold infidel~The Count had found, who in the duel
67    24|             Nor is there place the Count has visited,~But thither
68    24|            fury which the wretched Count misguides.~ ~ LI~Had but
69    24|        goodly sword of the unhappy count,~In secret garden, and so
70    24|         where~She saw the wretched count; but what befel~The Scottish
71    27|       Brava brought,~He deemed the Count enjoyed in mirth and play;~
72    27|         blade."~ ~ LVII~Saying the Count, in yielding to his foe~
73    29|          But here return we of the count to tell,~Who left behind
74    29|          and more marvels does the count, who bends~His steps across
75    29|            So pleased the wretched count her visage fair,~So quickly
76    29|      graced.~Behind her speech the count and hunts that dame,~As
77    30|           the boat! put back!" the count 'gan cry,~Who was in mind
78    31|         the routed Moorish foe.~To count the flyers were a useless
79    31|     drowned in Seine,~He who would count, might count as well what
80    31|          He who would count, might count as well what flowers~Zephyr
81    34|        fell and impious strife~The count has sought his faithful
82    39|            Brandimart, "Behold the count!"~ ~ XLV~At the same time,
83    39|         quickly tied;~Which on the count's waist, arms, and legs,
84    39|        leave~No passage whence the count might air receive.~ ~ LVII~
85    40|         Olivier, Astolpho, and the Count.~ ~  XVIII~The Nubian upon
86    40|       reinforced on every side,~By Count Orlando, both by sea and
87    40|           undertake the quest,~The Count in single combat to appear;~
88    40|            the Christians lie,~And Count Orlando on their part defy;~ ~
89    40|          the foe,~To India had the Count resolved to go:~ ~ LVII~
90    41|           vain~Against the valiant count is every blow;~To whom,
91    41|                LXXVII~The valorous count, redoubling still his blows,~
92    41|           blade Anglantes' haughty count.~ ~ XCVI~And would by any
93    42|          ARGUMENT~The victory with Count Orlando lies;~But good Rinaldo
94    42|           had arrived before:~That Count Orlando was, in martial
95    43|       tears could not the mournful Count refrain,~When brave Rinaldo
96    43|      CLXXXII~Nor out of Sicily the Count departs,~Till porphyries
97    44|          than good Rinaldo and the Count?~I should not; so much less,
98    46|          to view.~With equal grief Count Anselm overflows,~Gan, Falcon,