Canto

 1     1|      sought he lent, and drew~His faulchion, and against Rinaldo pressed,~
 2     1|       repeat our claim~With naked faulchion to that peerless prey:~Else
 3     2|         Such ruin follow from the faulchion's sway,~She, like the criminal,
 4     6|           With that his trenchant faulchion he displayed,~And pointed
 5     6|         his paunch, and drove his faulchion sheer~Through his pierced
 6     8|           obey.~Rogero scorns his faulchion to display.~ ~ VIII~The
 7     9|          to close combat with his faulchion sprung.~ ~ LXX~The lance
 8    10|           not smite~With lance or faulchion where the tushes grow,~But
 9    14|      chain~He gained, because the faulchion lacked, he swore~(To this
10    14|        they close;~These draw the faulchion, and those others lay~The
11    15|          like wax,~Which the good faulchion from his body hacks.~ ~
12    18|           dismount,~And, with the faulchion, Stamford's cavalier,~Sir
13    21|        enemy's abode,~For lack of faulchion in his empty sheath,~He
14    23|       here supplies;~And this the faulchion is, which thou has sought,~
15    23|       LXXXI~"Although mine is the faulchion, rightfully,~Let us for
16    23|     paused he more, but bared his faulchion bright;~ ~ CXXX~Cleft through
17    24|        And cast away from him his faulchion bright,~And up-torn trees,
18    24|       should wait him, who yet no faulchion wears;~Nor is there place
19    24|   reprehend,~Nor first I make the faulchion mine today;~And to its just
20    24|     unfenced by spell,~The biting faulchion would have cleft his head.~
21    24|          Exulting in the ravished faulchion go.~ ~ LXXIV~Seeking him
22    24|       lord;~In that he backed the faulchion to eschew:~Aimed at his
23    26|             were fain~To flourish faulchion, or to tilt with spear;~
24    26|            On the other side, mid faulchion, spear, and bow,~Approached
25    26|           his life-blood dyed~His faulchion, Francis styled the first
26    26|          quelling it his honoured faulchion, more~Than other arms, availing
27    26|        fly before~That conquering faulchion, or be cast to ground:~Nor,
28    26|         thrust or cut of spear or faulchion stay;~So that the two the
29    26|       blow,~Because thou hadst no faulchion at thy side.~These shall
30    26|       Cried Mandricardo; and that faulchion drew,~Which lately, underneath
31    26|          Of Mandricardo, with his faulchion drawn,~Let fall his ready
32    26|          bears away;~On earth the faulchion lies, which he let go:~Marphisa (
33    27|           and where and how, that faulchion bright;~And Mandricardo
34    27|        lost.~ ~ LVIII~"Some other faulchion for thyself purvey;~This
35    27|   remembering~How on that day her faulchion was surprised;~And when
36    27|         damsel's sentence, of the faulchion, tied~About his manly waist,
37    29|      breast.~Then prove on me thy faulchion and thine arm,~And prove
38    29|       pursuit is gone.~With naked faulchion after him he sped,~And cut
39    30|           the twain.~The Tartar's faulchion was the first to bite,~By
40    30|        slanting from the mark his faulchion swerves.~ ~ LV~Had Balisarda
41    30|          yet its double steel the faulchion stayed:~It reached his armour (
42    31|        buckler braced, his biting faulchion drew,~And to the field defied
43    31|           small cause defied,~His faulchion he in deadly combat drew.~
44    31|         Tartar peer,~For Roland's faulchion; fierce Gradasso's prey,~
45    32|           repent;~But, should his faulchion deal the mortal blow,~What
46    33|       rind,~Nor link the restless faulchion broke or bored.~If so impassive
47    33|      Astolpho with his brandished faulchion smites.~ ~ CXXII~At croup
48    34|         would smite~With his good faulchion Otho's valiant son:~Then
49    35|           could have paced upon a faulchion's edge.~ ~ L~The damsel
50    36|       done,~Slew thee not, as the faulchion slew thy son.~ ~ VIII~Cruel
51    36|         She whirls this while her faulchion, and would fain~Wound horse
52    36|         pain.~ ~ LIII~At last his faulchion young Rogero drew;~For ire
53    36|          truly in what wise,~That faulchion swerves against a cypress-stock,~
54    36|        dead whilere, your thirsty faulchion plant,~By you those monarch'
55    37|           Withdraws his trenchant faulchion from the wood,~Which holds
56    38|        That after died beneath my faulchion, who~Would fain have taken
57    40|           Hence, to retrieve that faulchion from the foe,~To India had
58    40|      proved his wonted might with faulchion bare;~And in a moment stretched
59    40|       guard foregoes,~Save on the faulchion's flat descend the blows.~ ~
60    40|       edge he plies,~Of that good faulchion forged of stubborn grain;~
61    41|            How matchless was that faulchion's edge and grain,~To him
62    41|          his brows~Fell the dread faulchion of Anglantes' knight:~'Twas
63    41| overmatched in horse,~In arms and faulchion, and perhaps in force.~ ~
64    41|         else beside the flesh the faulchion bored;~To pierce through
65    41|        Prepares to parry with the faulchion keen.~When entered Brandimart
66    42|       Beneath the lowest rib, his faulchion bright;~And crimsoned to
67    42|         with a trembling hand the faulchion strains.~ ~ XLIX~The monster
68    43|           he with one destructive faulchion yearned~To free himself
69    44|          Than by Rogero, who that faulchion bright~Received with good
70    45|        With much ado had from his faulchion fled.~ ~ VII~He to Ungiardo
71    45|        Than if her hand the fatal faulchion guide:~Then sees, except
72    45|         Nor other weapon than his faulchion took.~ ~ LXV~No lance he
73    45|          edge, as well he on this faulchion layed.~So armed, Rogero
74    45|       sore~Hammers and blunts the faulchion's tempered grain,~Lest it
75    45|         By poison or her own good faulchion slain:~For not to live appears
76    46|        helm on head, and with his faulchion good~Begirt, he lay reclined
77    46|          plain,~By his descending faulchion cleft in twain.~ ~ XCII~
78    46|           had sworn,~Nor draw the faulchion nor bestride the sell,~Till