Canto

 1     2|     inch is planted.~ ~ X~When, lo! Rinaldo, now impatient
 2     2|    fortress on the height;~And, lo! apparelled for the fearful
 3     2|       in his prison stied.~When lo! a messenger, in furious
 4     2|        gentle dame behind.~When lo! a rocky cavern met his
 5     3|   demons from her book.~ ~ XXII~Lo! forth of that first cave
 6     3|         dead, the Insubri sway.~Lo! Albertazo! by whose rede
 7     3| worthily his daughter fair.~And lo! another Hugh! O noble line!~
 8     3|    Albertazo are his seed:~And, lo! the father walkes between
 9     3|  spheres revolve above.~ ~ XLV~"Lo! Lionel! lo! Borse great
10     3|      above.~ ~ XLV~"Lo! Lionel! lo! Borse great and kind!~First
11     3|   sovereign rule obey.~ ~ XLVI~"Lo! Hercules, who may reproach
12     3|       and Spaniard die.~ ~ LVI~"Lo! who in priestly vesture
13     4|      motion with her eyes.~When lo! a mighty noise is heard
14     4|      each painful toil bestow.~"Lo! where his prisoners!" Sir
15     6|     band be prisoner led;~When, lo! forth issuing from the
16     8|         lover did content:~But, lo! this time a mighty tempest
17     8|         lovely rays explore!~-- Lo! other voice from other
18     9|        on earth below.~ ~ LXXXI~Lo! in the frighted city other
19    10|    separately tell.~ ~  LXXVII~"Lo! where yon mighty banner
20    10|         With hair, like beasts. Lo! yonder, where they press~
21    10|         the sea was heard.~ ~ C~Lo! and behold! the unmeasured-beast
22    11|        cruel strife stood nigh.~Lo! a two-handed stroke the
23    11|         The billows swell, and, lo! the beast! who pressed,~
24    13|         my death decree?~ ~ IV~"Lo! I am Isabel, who once was
25    13|         turned about and said: "Lo! in the net~Another bird
26    14|     sable vest and shield.~When lo! he saw a mead, o'ertopt
27    15|        moment on his horse, and lo!~Up-stream with it along
28    18|     made.~Where Fury calls him, lo! the felon hies,~And brandishes
29    18|       no refuge there might be.~Lo! good Rinaldo comes: him
30    18|        enemies may not enclose.~Lo! loudly shouting, and with
31    18|         their sails untie:~When lo! a south-south-wester, which
32    19|        blast the joust declare.~Lo! earth and air and sea the
33    21|        the dame no longer bore.~Lo! Fortune for her an occasion
34    21|       their way.~ ~ LXXII~When, lo! as it is now nigh eventide,~
35    22|        s larum-bell.~ ~ LIX~And lo, in eager hurry from the
36    22|         me outrage and affront.~Lo! him the traitor's sin doth
37    23|       their steeds repair;~And, lo! a knight and maid arrive,
38    24| spontoon, bow, spit, and sling.~Lo! from the hills the rough
39    24|      various arms uniting goes.~Lo! them a damsel joins, who
40    24|       to climb his horse; when, lo!~The Tartar king arrives
41    26|         the feast delayed,~When lo! the guests are here, for
42    27|    Guard thyself, Charles: for, lo! against thee blown~Is such
43    29|         now he touches her, and lo! The mane~He grasps, and
44    33|    files his hostile army face.~Lo! these who feign retreat
45    33|    feign retreat an ambush lay.~Lo! where through danger, havoc,
46    33| reckless steps, into the snare.~Lo! there he leaves his eyes;
47    33|  delivered from destruction be.~Lo! from the realm, as oft
48    33|         make pretence.~ ~ XLIV~"Lo! he takes Milan, in the
49    33|        in the league's despite:~Lo!  with the youthful Sforza
50    33|   youthful Sforza makes accord:~Lo! Bourbon the fair city keeps,
51    33|       the furious German horde:~Lo! while in other high emprize
52    33|     shall anew be lost.~ ~ XLV~"Lo! other French who his grandsire'
53    33|      stoops at last to numbers; lo!~The king is taken, is conveyed
54    33|       oil, with flickering ray.~Lo! the king leaves his sons
55    33|         his own domain to sway.~Lo! while in Italy he leads
56    33|      glow~Of hostile fires, and lo! they backward shape~Their
57    33|     body lies inurned.~ ~ LVII~"Lo! the imperial squadrons
58    33|   leaguered city to convey;~And lo! burnt, sunk, destroyed,
59    34|       retrace his way parforce.~Lo! something (what he knows
60    37|       found already barred.~And lo! Sir Marganor, with men
61    38| cautious care his every stride.~Lo! the assault begins; now
62    39|       with a load~Of prisoners, lo! a vessel made the road.~ ~
63    41|     water others throw.~ ~ XIII~Lo! howling horribly, the sounding
64    41|    abated, gathered force anew.~Lo! a bare rock, ahead, appears
65    42|       the writing is impressed;~Lo! Hercules' daughter, Isabella
66    43|       not, for this second woe.~Lo! him another accident that
67    43|          and shook himself; and lo!~The treasure! which he
68    46|       And fair Richarda d'Este, Lo! the twain,~Blanche and
69    46|         s and Visconti's brood!~Lo! she to whom all living
70    46|  Fortune bore her long despite;~Lo! Arragonian Anna, Vasto'
71    46|      where~Her radiance shines. Lo! one that hath set free~
72    46|      pall,~His nephew Benedict, lo! there I see;~With him Campeggio
73    46|       and Flaminio spy.~ ~ XIII~Lo! Alexander of Farnese, and
74    46|        the monk Severo.~ ~  XIV~Lo! two more Alexanders! of
75    46|         tied~By love and blood, lo! Pico and Pio true;~He that
76    46|   Diligent, faithful secretary, lo!~The learned Pistophilus,
77    46|        host in arms arraid:~And lo! the coming of that chief