Canto

 1     2|      pressed,~To learn who that unhappy maid might be,~One on the
 2     4|         bright,~For such is his unhappy daughter's name,~Proclaims
 3     5|        times will grow.~Thus my unhappy passion is renewed,~Tenacious
 4     5|         Now put yourself in his unhappy case,~And figure what the
 5     6|         from the day.~ ~ II~The unhappy Polinesso hopes had nursed,~
 6     6|         As is already told) the unhappy knight,~Against his brother
 7     6|   relief,~Might but console the unhappy warrior's grief.~ ~ LV~As
 8     8|         grassy shore,~Angelica, unhappy damsel, sleeps.~To wood
 9     8|            LXXXII~Meanwhile the unhappy lover lost the dame~In that
10    10|    weeping sore~The fate of her unhappy father dead,~He saw her
11    10|         with all her might, the unhappy dame~Calls often on her
12    11|      That cursed soul, amid the unhappy crew,~Beside the accursed
13    12|      None is there who, in that unhappy straight,~Stops for his
14    12|  replies,~As he inquires of her unhappy doom,~In sweet and broken
15    14|      the afflicted heart~Of the unhappy maid, disturbed with fright.~
16    16|   disheartened stand;~And their unhappy wives and children moan,~
17    16|          Destroys and ruins the unhappy town.~Turn, and the curling
18    17|        lamenting sore,~Ever the unhappy lover might survey;~What
19    17|        Ombruno run,~Wounded the unhappy warrior in mid-face,~So
20    19| uplifting, wounded overhand~The unhappy suppliant in his dainty
21    20|       anew would go aboard,~The unhappy Cretan women more complain,~
22    20|       Such and like schemes the unhappy dames present,~Each harder
23    20|    headsman, and dispatched the unhappy men,~One was by lot selected
24    21|      was Argaeus brought~To his unhappy life's disastrous end,~And
25    21|     deadly dole,~Approaching my unhappy brother, cried,~`It was
26    22|         And of the cause of her unhappy plight,~Him, since he sought
27    22|       with desire~To snatch the unhappy stripling from the fire.~ ~
28    23|    dismal than the rest,~Is the unhappy father's visage drest.~ ~
29    23|      accursed and fell,~On that unhappy day, than tongue can tell.~ ~
30    23|      CXXI~A deadly axe was this unhappy close,~Which, at a single
31    23|       light, was brought~By his unhappy fortune to the fount,~Where
32    24|     rein:~She with her eyes the unhappy signs explored,~And she
33    24|         The goodly sword of the unhappy count,~In secret garden,
34    25|     doubtful heart incline:~The unhappy lover fruitlessly had thought~
35    29|    should gain;~Who, having his unhappy error read,~Seeks to appease
36    30|      Sacked was a third of that unhappy town.~ ~ X~Departing thence,
37    30|           LXV~Not unavenged the unhappy monarch dies;~For in the
38    34|     versed.~ ~ LXXVIII~Loves of unhappy end in imagery~Of gold or
39    36|       unrighteous doom,~Of your unhappy sire deprived that fair,~
40    37|      And rack the childless and unhappy sire,~Who groans like sea,
41    37|       by every way;~And finally unhappy Avarice, bought~By costly
42    37|   brought beneath their guide,~(Unhappy women) to the brothers'
43    38|     guilty of the death~Of that unhappy pair, who gave me breath."~ ~
44    39|     break all the bridges down.~Unhappy people, ever held as cheap~--
45    40|    their mighty prey,~From that unhappy city's gates are gone,~One
46    40|        front.~ ~ LXXIV~In their unhappy state to leave that crew~
47    41|   vessel bore;~Quitted of those unhappy men, who die~(So curst their
48    41|       Were seen, as well as his unhappy end;~And sons, and grandsons,
49    42|      punished be.~For after the unhappy Vestidel,~Wearied and hurt,
50    42|      falcon's nail,~Escapes the unhappy sparrowhawk, half dead,~
51    42|     breath,~Blesses, and leaves unhappy at her death;~ ~ XCII~"Yea,
52    43|       evil vein~He to his wife, unhappy wretch! hath shown,~Not
53    43|      tidings of such woe~To the unhappy Flordelice shall show?~ ~
54    45|         lost is love;~ ~ XL~The unhappy Bradamant laments her so,~
55    45|  livelong night~Which upon that unhappy day had closed.~But, when
56    46| princely youth espied~With that unhappy duke, the Insubri's head;~
57    46|         Rather than she in that unhappy strife~Would see her cherished