Canto

 1     1|        me long since, is justly mine?~ ~ XXVII~"Remember, pagan,
 2     1|      steed,~And, "Stay, Bayardo mine," Rinaldo cried,~"Too cruel
 3     2| distress or grief to match with mine."~ ~ LVIII~The knight relapsed
 4     3|         its worth to blaze,~Not mine were needful, but that noble
 5     4|         in thy gift, -- already mine.~ ~ XXXV~"Nor were they
 6     5|     repair,~The merit should be mine, and ever he~So great a
 7     5|    himself.~ ~ XXIII~" `Dalinda mine,' he said, his project brewed,~(
 8     5|         you comprehend and know~Mine and Geneura's love, and
 9     5|      place,~Were your condition mine, and mine your case.'~ ~
10     5|        your condition mine, and mine your case.'~ ~ XXIX~" `And
11    10|      slow.~Cheaply, dear ladies mine, is wisdom bought~By those
12    11|           Tis thus who digs the mine is wont to prop~The ground,
13    11|    concealed,~It is no fault of mine they are not blown;~For
14    14|      inner moat, a well-charged mine:~Where broom and thick fascines,
15    17|    death will pain me more~Than mine.' And thus the dame persists
16    18|       art thou?"~ ~ XXXIII~"Nor mine nor thine that lady will
17    18|         tournament.~ ~ CXXVIII~"Mine are these arms, which I,
18    18|        and bastion,~Rampart and mine, and all things requisite;~
19    18|    honour I forego~This life of mine, for favours so immense~
20    18|        Deprived of thee, Medoro mine? To die~With thee in arms
21    20|      beach,~And hence to one of mine in this our need~Must I
22    20|         the fair,~Who should be mine, by thee is snatched away!~
23    23|        Nor have I one, Hippalca mine, more sage~And sure than
24    23|      bought.~ ~ LXXXI~"Although mine is the faulchion, rightfully,~
25    23|         battle, that it be~More mine than thine, but to a tree
26    24|             I answer that I see mine plain enow,~In this my lucid
27    24|      first I make the faulchion mine today;~And to its just possession
28    25|     torment,~So cruel, but that mine more cruel were?~I need
29    25|     bull and Myrrha's sire;~But mine is madder than their worst
30    25|            LXII~" `And power is mine to work portentous ends;~
31    25|         demand was made, before mine eye~Beneath the lymph engulphed
32    26|    fount.~And -- "Lady, you are mine," the Tartar cried,~"Save
33    26|             CII~"Audacious man, mine ensign do'st thou wear,~
34    26|       usurpest what by right is mine."~ ~ CV~-- "Say rather,
35    26|       Say rather, thou usurpest mine from me";~Cried Mandricardo;
36    26|          Thine is the fault not mine; for I am prest~To do whate'
37    27|         when we spark to loaded mine apply,~Through the long
38    27|        foolish stray,~I make it mine where'er it meets my view.~
39    27|     once pronounced unsay,~That mine shall be the second battle,
40    27|       by a thief,~This horse is mine; which might be certified~
41    27|         courser be~Acknowledged mine, and furnished as a loan:~
42    27|         this good hand can make mine own."~ ~ LXXXIV~The king
43    27|     slay,~And with this hand of mine will knot the cord~About
44    27|    melancholy knight.~ ~ CXXXII~Mine host, most diligent in his
45    27|       her vows.~ ~ CXXXV~Except mine host, those others were
46    28|         easy matter to persuade~Mine host his buxom daughter
47    28|      care."~ ~ LXXV~Here paused mine host; to whom on every side~
48    29|       him I speak no further in mine history.~ ~ VIII~Cruel King
49    29|   beginning did enact,~"If thou mine honour wilt ensure to me,~
50    29|      month must to his body lay~Mine unction, for its virtue
51    31|        If firm the footing, and mine arm prove true";~Within
52    31|       lest thou umbrage take at mine array,~These shall go on
53    32| complain --~But, having made it mine, that thou defied~All right,
54    32|      woman, nor intend~That now mine actions shall be womanly.~
55    33|     This heart, these apples of mine eyes, will be.~ ~ LXI~"Hither
56    34|      cheek, and with salt rheum mine eyes o'erflow.~Thus in eternal
57    35|       Paradise;~For, I believe, mine is not lodged so high.~On
58    35|       she made answer), I~Offer mine aid, for such as 'tis, to
59    35|          These have I sent into mine Africk reign;~But this I
60    35|         knightly course,~Better mine embassy wouldst thou have
61    36|        thee delight;~For it not mine, no other's shalt thou be.~
62    36|         I done,~Alas! that ever mine approach ye shun?"~ ~ XL~
63    36|      slain.~Rogero and Marphisa mine, believe!~The tale which
64    37|   Reynet Trivulzio and Guidetti mine,~And Molza, called of Phoebus
65    37|   punishment and woe?~Now these mine hands shall make an end
66    38|       fierce hate, which nerved~Mine arm whilere, now blot from
67    38|       forego!~And may it me and mine alone offend,~And none beside,
68    41|         fall to me --~Cannot be mine; for I myself confess~Conquered
69    43|       with me;~And I to thee of mine unheard-of woe~The argument
70    43|        and the fault, alas! was mine.~ ~ XX~"Five years my consort'
71    43|       at will~Transformed me to mine ancient shape anew.~-- Bethink
72    43|        hope she'd love me or be mine again.~ ~ XLIII~"Alas! with
73    43|         taught,~His country and mine own; which lake and fen,~
74    43|         deed or word,~Nor me of mine, henceforward thou remind!'~
75    43|   CLXXII~"Thine is the guerdon; mine the loss; thy gain~Is single;
76    44|          till one only plea,~Of mine the Godhead shall vouchsafe
77    44|     fealty sworn more true than mine;~Nor ever surer state, this
78    45|     countenance appear,~Against mine every credence, from mine
79    45|       mine every credence, from mine eye~Concealed (and woe is
80    45|    tried;~And wills thy good to mine preferred should be,~And
81    45|   lady-love: Ah! why~Call I her mine, since she is mine no more?~
82    45|        I her mine, since she is mine no more?~If I have given
83    45|        forego.~ ~ XCVII~"Rogero mine, ah! wonder gone" (she cried)~"
84    46|       honour, unless dazzled is mine eye~By those fair faces,
85    46|   Trissino, Pansa, and Capilupi mine,~Latino Giovenal, it seems
86    46|        The learned Pistophilus, mine Angiar here,~And the Acciajuoli
87    46|  Whether thy wish I rather than mine own~Sought to content, thou
88    46|    peace possess;~Far more than mine I prize thy happiness.~ ~