Canto

 1    20|          was the youth for whom, whilere,~Had grieved at heart the
 2    21|          than your own you vowed whilere.~ ~ XLIV~" `If you refuse
 3    22|        displeased at what I said whilere,~When I so bitterly Gabrina
 4    22|          Of whose rare virtues I whilere have said.~ ~ LXVIII~I have
 5    23|         horse that damsel backed whilere;~Who was among the choicest
 6    25|          monarch past.~Thou that whilere preserved'st me from the
 7    25|   Whither together went (as told whilere)~To succour Richardetto,
 8    26|        those two of Clermont, as whilere~To you I in the former canto
 9    26|      quelled,~Which inexpugnable whilere was held.~ ~ XLVI~"In quelling
10    26|        slay others had been used whilere.~Among the first Bernardo'
11    26|         if she told another tale whilere,~Of Richardetto she was
12    27| Sacripant and King Gradasso (who~Whilere companionship in war had
13    27|      adding food to what she lit whilere,~And setting other ready
14    27|       away.~But since, forsooth, whilere I said the word,~I will
15    27|        seed;~And for whose loss, whilere he was so woe,~He evermore
16    27|       the tumult which was heard whilere~In the other tent, what
17    27|    Marphisa who the subtle knave whilere~Suspected as the author
18    27|      which had strayed~To her -- whilere his own -- in his despite;~
19    29|        other palfrey, as she did whilere;~For never will she have
20    30|   prisoners at that fearful pass whilere,~Baptized or Infidel; and
21    30|       were captives to their foe whilere)~A parent swallow seems,
22    31|         wert ill paired was seen whilere,)~And more esteemest life
23    32|        thief Brunello (as I sang whilere)~As if alone to see Rogero
24    32|         s shepherd of his charge whilere:~For jealous as enamoured
25    32|       though for his discourtesy whilere,~Clodion had every scorn
26    32|          revive, and brighten as whilere.~ ~ CIX~At length the supper,
27    33|          of those spirits, famed whilere;~ ~  III~The painters we
28    33|        what my great-grandfather whilere~-- I then a child -- was
29    34|    course of courtship, as begun whilere.~To king and all of us so
30    34|          elected Sampson, called whilere~The Jew against the Philistine
31    35|         the dame return, who was whilere~Wounded by jealousy with
32    35|       Since I a woman am, as she whilere;~Nor save to venge her have
33    35|     weary in your service; since whilere~You would in my behalf as
34    35|     favour had his suit obtained whilere.~"To thee thy courtesy shall
35    36|       Ferrau, who spake with him whilere,~Craved, if to him was known
36    36|       love, wherewith she burned whilere.~Confused he stands, irresolute
37    36|      first onset, like the justs whilere,~Misdoubting some strange
38    36|   Fortune, that had destined you whilere,~And yet unborn, to many
39    36|          love the hate they bore whilere.~When, as a sign of peace,
40    36|    Almontes and Troyane,~As dead whilere, your thirsty faulchion
41    36|       LXXXI~But, as to Bradamant whilere, he cries,~He will all measures
42    36|         there been delay,~And he whilere had done in otherwise,~She
43    37|       loud-voiced Maeonian trump whilere~The Macedonian grudged Achilles,
44    37|     holds no more the weapon, as whilere.~When, sounding loud amid
45    37|  Bradamant suffers not, that, as whilere,~Sad Ulany shall tramp by
46    37|   ancient woman, seized with her whilere,~And left, withal, obeyed
47    37|        who had planned the thing whilere~With Aymon's daughter and
48    37|          bed.~ ~ CXI~So Marganor whilere each bound and bourn~Made
49    37|      hold~Had wended, as meseems whilere was told.~ ~ CXIII~For from
50    37|    Unless adorned and mantled as whilere.~ ~ CXXI~Here Ulany remained,
51    38|          which Bradamant endured whilere:~I read you also argue,
52    38|      hate, which nerved~Mine arm whilere, now blot from memory.~Nay,
53    38|     Rogero's and Atlantes' steed whilere.~By sainted John dismist,
54    38|          words to show that what whilere~I said and say again, has
55    39|      fierce, daring female twain whilere;~Who on the field so many
56    39|          s command,~Who upon him whilere imposed the quest,~That
57    39|        plants, whereon they grew whilere.~ ~ XXVIII~It was a miracle
58    39|      lucid waxed his wisdom than whilere.~ ~ LVIII~As one, that seems
59    39|        so gentle deemed, so fair whilere,~And by renowned Orlando
60    40|        the friend that aided him whilere,~And by the foe possessed
61    40|        in green and supple youth whilere.~They own his claim, and
62    40|          companions had he heard whilere~That Durindane was in Gradasso'
63    40|        broke and scattered (this whilere~Has been rehearsed) and
64    40|          and thighs, were mailed whilere)~Leaps on his horse, nor --
65    41|         hills, untouched by toil whilere,~Well shows that cordial
66    41|        the dame pursued.~She him whilere a hundred times and more~
67    41|  Agramant; for they were friends whilere;~And, underneath the banner
68    41|         for the death of Pinabel whilere,~(His lady's deed, but on
69    41|          care, more caution than whilere,~Prepares to parry with
70    41|       the wounds whereof I spake whilere.~ ~ XCV~Gradasso, desperate
71    42|      What never had befallen him whilere)~He shook at heart, a troubled
72    42|      says, Rinaldo, having drunk whilere~From the love-chasing fountain'
73    42|   Dispatched, as to Tobias's aid whilere,~A medicine for his blindness
74    42|        Would keep the promise he whilere had made;~And marking, ever
75    43|       the Child a Christian made whilere,~Christens Sobrino, and
76    43|          my shame, I tempted her whilere.~To him that loved, and
77    43|          with him I took his way whilere --~Even to such pitch thy
78    43|       the haughty lineage, which whilere~Out of the jaw-bone of a
79    43|        than every woe, wherewith whilere~The afflicted spirits of
80    43|        unshorn, and wretched (as whilere~To you in former strain
81    43|         am the fairy Manto, that whilere~Laid the first stone of
82    43|          tears on shipboard shed whilere.~Might well have wept away
83    43|    Caesar and for Peter's church whilere,~By that rare force, which
84    43|      monarch made as vigorous as whilere.~At this conversion no less
85    43|          well Sobrino recognized whilere,~As soon as with that aged
86    44|        he could not so have done whilere,~The warlike lord was sorely
87    44|          horse and arms were his whilere,~As well as out of kindness
88    44|          wax is proved; for Love whilere~Smote it a hundred times,
89    44|       troops that fled from them whilere.~Lost was all order in a
90    44|          bridge by which he past whilere.~ ~ XCV~Into the power o'
91    45|     torture new and pains unused whilere,~While so Rogero pined,
92    45|        courser, by Ungiardo reft whilere.~ ~ L~Open the gaol is found
93    45|         Cillarus, nor Arion, was whilere~Worthier than thee, nor
94    46|      many times have said to you whilere)~That Bradamant in wedlock
95    46|       only that goodwill he bore whilere~Abates not, but augments
96    46|       that strove with Bradamant whilere.~ ~ LIII~In royal ornaments