Canto

 1     1|    battle went,~And his thinned squadrons fled in disarray;~Namus,
 2     2|    heart out-torn,~Left my good squadrons masterless, to ride~Along
 3     8|      Rinaldo levies knights and squadrons, pressed~In aid of Charles
 4    10|        the level land,~Into two squadrons ordered for the fight.~Kildare'
 5    12|       worth appear.~ ~ LXIX~Two squadrons he encountered; one an old~
 6    13|         How, all dislodged, the squadrons of the Moor,~Threatening
 7    13|             LXXXIII~To fill the squadrons ravaged by the sword,~In
 8    14|        CANTO 14~ ~ ARGUMENT~Two squadrons lack of those which muster
 9    14|         your valiant arms their squadrons shielding,~Stormed the almost
10    14|        wielding,~Through parted squadrons, followed in your train;~
11    14|      all the chiefs who Moorish squadrons led;~And Paris-town (nor
12    14|         tale, nor tiding of the squadrons lost;~To wondering Agramant
13    16|        not, I~Call phalanxes or squadrons, but a mere~Rabble, that
14    16|     lacks no spur.~He moved the squadrons, having closed his speech,~
15    16|      way,~And, passing by their squadrons, pricked before~Valiant
16    16|       wonder, near and far,~The squadrons of Castile and of Navarre.~ ~
17    16|        to spy,~(Where mid those squadrons hottest waxed the fray)~
18    16|        his courser, where their squadrons yield~To the fierce paynims,
19    18| rebounds.~ ~ XLII~The Saracenic squadrons had begun~To bend, and all
20    18|       The other one the valiant squadrons led~Of Saphi, and Morocco,
21    18|         to save,~Than bid whole squadrons stand and find a grave.~ ~
22    18|      beat~Throughout his broken squadrons a retreat.~ ~ CLIX~But the
23    18|        him Sobrino) scowers the squadrons round;~And with them every
24    19|   bombard open in such mode~The squadrons, as that band Marphisa strowed.~ ~
25    20|     reply)~Than Xerxes led, our squadrons to oppose,~More than those
26    26|         the dance between those squadrons twain;~For, heedless of
27    27|         English camp,~And other squadrons of the mingled train,~Beneath
28    27|        battle, so the Christian squadrons crush.~ ~ XXV~Front and
29    27|          Where'er the Christian squadrons were too slow~To free the
30    27|          revered~Throughout the squadrons of the paynim race.~Happy
31    30|        day;~Greater than if the squadrons of the Moor~And Frank united
32    31|       you~Feebly will stand the squadrons of the Moor."~Rinaldo vouched
33    31|      may retreat,~With such few squadrons as his rule obey:~Since
34    31| transport;~Whither their wasted squadrons make resort.~ ~ LXXXIX~Chased
35    32|         And bruited through the squadrons of the Moor;~Who had that
36    33|   obtain,~Whene'er his friendly squadrons should defend~From all barbarians
37    33|       Thither with his invading squadrons, where,~Vanquishing and
38    33|          LVII~"Lo! the imperial squadrons thither steer,~Aid to the
39    36|    strife, which did divide~The squadrons, here and there, of either
40    36|       under separate flags, the squadrons swarm,~More than one shrilling
41    36|       That you should swell the squadrons of the Moor,~Or other follower
42    38|       sight.~ ~ XLV~"The Nubian squadrons, I will even yield,~Have
43    38|     other argument,~The Moorish squadrons should in France abide,~
44    38|        paynim host in different squadrons dight.~Rich in barbarick
45    38|         with his men at arms in squadrons dight;~Who in such order
46    39|        broke, among~The Moorish squadrons they rejoicing sprung.~ ~
47    39|    Charging at his more martial squadrons' head;~And with the slain
48    39|     tidings been conveyed,~That squadrons of such force the billows
49    40|            XXVII~Throughout the squadrons a deep rumour flew,~A murmur
50    40|        city low.~And with their squadrons is Orlando, who~Was wandering
51    40|   moored closely lay~The mighty squadrons to that harbour brought,~
52    44|       the Nubian host arraid~By squadrons, all, from wasted Africk
53    44|       from scathe to save~Their squadrons, lest the dusty whirlwind
54    44|      Witnesses of his worth our squadrons are,~They best can tell
55    44|  appeared in sight.~Leading his squadrons on the farther bank,~Uniting
56    44|        the cavalier,~The Bulgar squadrons rally, turn, and chase~The
57    44|    sound the assembly his Greek squadrons through:~He to his father
58    44|         his life did yield)~His squadrons would have suffered scathe
59    45|          Thinks, mid a thousand squadrons in array,~-- Footmen and
60    45|     side;~Lest, from the Bulgar squadrons ill secure,~Having so good