Canto

 1     1|        wild panic utters fearful cries;~And at the voice, upleaping
 2     1|        other plaints and piteous cries;~Propitious Fortune will
 3     1|       the misty air," the damsel cries,~"And boughs deceive my
 4     2|              III~He to the Pagan cries: "Forego thy theft,~And
 5     2|        dins the thief with after cries.~I cannot reach the mountain-robber'
 6     3|        sepulchral case of marble cries:~Since this has still the
 7     4|     mother! king of heaven!" she cries,~"What thing is this I hear?"
 8     4|         prisoners!" Sir Brunello cries,~"Ladies and cavaliers,
 9     4|         with threats and furious cries.~ ~ LXXI~The ruffians turn
10     6|          to the groaning myrtle, cries;~"Pardon! and, whatsoe'er
11     7|          him turn, she to Rogero cries;~A lance he takes, and threats
12     7|         so did fear.~And sternly cries, "Is this the fruit at last~
13     8|      himself the grieved Orlando cries.~ ~ LXXIX~Already every
14     8|         voice from other quarter cries --~"Hope not on earth to
15    10|         these and more injurious cries,~Which the proud damsel
16    10|       soft tone he to the damsel cries,~(When he has checked his
17    11|          larum sounds, and other cries~From a new quarter of the
18    12|          Help, help!" entreating cries, and weeping sore,~"More
19    13|     while I vent such lamentable cries,~The clamour echoes to the
20    14|        with hosile din and angry cries,~About the tent, wherein
21    15|        giant scares him with his cries,~That he within the toils
22    17|       XCI~Clapping of hands, and cries, at every turn,~Were heard
23    17|         snatches, and to Gryphon cries,~And him with many menaces
24    17|          shameless cheer,~-- And cries, "It seems a thing unheard,
25    18|        him scaith and shame,~And cries (encountering him with chearful
26    18|            he -- "O companions," cries,~"O brethren, stand, and
27    18|       Almontes has deserved," he cries,~"That you should by his
28    18|    monarch next, amid his brand,~Cries, proudly, "Sir, I know not
29    18|       Then, turning to his mate, cries: "Cloridane,~I cannot tell
30    18|          moon, and thus devoutly cries:~ ~ CLXXXIV~"O holy goddess!
31    19|          death returns in trace.~Cries and the tread of steeds
32    19| unavenged shalt thou remain," he cries;~Then full of evil will
33    19|  explains the cause of fear,~And cries: "I liefer in the sea would
34    20|       Guido so to his companions cries:~And having ceased his comrades
35    20|        mighty ruin which ensued,~Cries pierce the very heavens
36    20|      CXXXII~And, sighing deeply, cries, in his despair,~"Fell Fortune,
37    21|          new force.~Towards loud cries Zerbino spurs his horse.~ ~ ~
38    21|          fidelity availed!'~(She cries) `which all mere perfidy
39    21|          my wedded lord's?' (she cries;)~`I should feel no alarm,
40    22|          hidden be my shame!" he cries.~ ~ XCIII~Filled to the
41    23|           and goaded by her woe,~Cries shame on him, and threats
42    23|          and flambeau, where the cries~Are yet more thick, and
43    23|          the hounds and hunters' cries.~ ~ XCIII~She had upon her
44    25|          Where near me plaintive cries I hear resound,~As of a
45    25|         will make you hear~Their cries, who for that evil bargain
46    26|     Maganza to be sold.~Marphisa cries, "Why is the feast delayed,~
47    27|     angel's knees with suppliant cries.~Michael suspends not the
48    27|       angry strain~Is heard, and cries which multiply; sir, know~
49    27|       LXXXV~Marphisa, whom these cries, mid others, bring,~When
50    27|       whom he hopes, for succour cries.~In such confusion is Troyano'
51    27|     flows~Your fickle mood," (he cries,) "aye prone to turn!~Object
52    28|        the damsel, full of pity, cries:~`Believe, I covet this
53    29|          cooked those herbs, and cries~To Rodomont: "In proof I
54    30|      whom the chance will light~(Cries Agramant) and further words
55    30| upspringing, "Arms," the monarch cries,~And shows a visage with
56    31|        himself young Richardetto cries:~But that encounter ends
57    31|       the lost light,~In rapture cries, "What fortune tempted me~
58    31|      piteous shrieks and fearful cries.~In fine, that he is frantic
59    31|      blow,~And with loud echoing cries his name exalt.~He spurs
60    31|          king will be a prisoner cries,~Save he with speed betake
61    31|       encounter neighed;~So many cries -- with rush of foot confounded --~
62    32|          fit revenge requite,~He cries, `I deem it were foul wrong
63    32|          one amid the crowd, who cries,~"First fill your bellies,
64    32|         maid.~ ~ XCIX~The warder cries to that Islandic dame,~Who
65    33|        seems to view.~The vision cries: "Why vex yourself, and
66    34|       from his sell had lighted, cries:~"O gentle baron, that by
67    34|       did stand,~Whence he heard cries and tumults, as he thought.~
68    35|      king of rivers' horns," (he cries,)~"Stands what is now a
69    35|    although he may of right,"~He cries i' the hearing of the paynim
70    35|       thou art dead."~ ~ LXX~She cries, "I would not thy discourtesy~
71    36|        story through:~To him she cries, "With pardon, what you
72    36|         to Bradamant whilere, he cries,~He will all measures and
73    36|      Bradamant the bold Marphisa cries:~"Let him begone, nor doubt
74    37|         constraint and suppliant cries;~And, leaving every thing
75    37|       honour take.~But the heart cries to Heaven, that here is
76    38|       Rogero as ingrate,~And aye cries out upon her cruel fate.~ ~
77    40|      victory, my lord," (Sobrino cries)~"Could better than thy
78    40|          into my mind" (Gradasso cries),~"Let both of us together
79    40|      courser, shield, and helmet cries,~(Bosom, and arms, and thighs,
80    41|       sure to sink, with piteous cries.~Scathe upon scathe malicious
81    41|     mountain's side;~ ~ LIII~Who cries, on his approaching him, "
82    43|         can it ever be," Rinaldo cries,~"That in all liberal and
83    43|          to his wife the husband cries,~Nor noble blood, nor fortune,
84    43|          aye followed thee," she cries:~"Well aided mightest thou
85    43|           And sounding wide with cries and loud lament, --~Thither
86    43|        and echoed with accordant cries.~Not even had Rinaldo known
87    44|     vengeance this grave outrage cries?~I heed not that the deed
88    45|       said to be~Vanquished," he cries, with bold and cheerful
89    45|      Infinite thanks I owe you," cries the thrall,~"And I the life
90    45|        beast are softened by his cries;~(For, saving these, none