Canto

 1     1|       valour of a gentle maid.~ ~ LXX~"Bold is the maid; but fairer
 2     2|      remembered place I seek."~ ~ LXX~So said, he pushed his courser
 3     3|       sage in charm and spell.~ ~ LXX~"Brunello, he so practised
 4     4|         distance passing fair.~ ~ LXX~But woe begone and weeping
 5     5|           bear his sister aid.~ ~ LXX~"The king, mean time, who
 6     6|          Beauty would be seen.~ ~ LXX~Into the mead rode this
 7     7|      horrible is wont to wait;~ ~ LXX~Brings hate on that which
 8     8|          great name of France.~ ~ LXX~To the just plaint of aged
 9     9|          his faulchion sprung.~ ~ LXX~The lance now broke, his
10    10|       Herod's snare eschewed.~ ~  LXX~Borne hither, good Rogero,
11    11|  loveliness is found complete.~ ~ LXX~And had she in the Idaean
12    12|           who knew him, hight:~ ~ LXX~These, with the other Saracen
13    13|           has struck its root.~ ~ LXX~"As tin by silver, brass
14    14|          their king's misdeed!~ ~ LXX~"And if that they should
15    15|           from his body hacks.~ ~ LXX~Gryphon and Aquilant by
16    16|         duke deprived of life.~ ~ LXX~Hence 'tis among the Moors
17    17|    triumph and rejoicing woke.~ ~ LXX~The circling drums' and
18    18|        lodge him in his court.~ ~ LXX~Here, wounded, he remained
19    19|          falchion be supplied.~ ~ LXX~The patron is commanded
20    20|         well herself to spill.~ ~ LXX~"Join thou with us," she
21    21|           truth admits reply.~ ~  LXX~Zerbino thence, upon the
22    22|       unhorsed upon the field.~ ~ LXX~And this was the first comrade
23    23|          once by him restored.~ ~ LXX~Proffers and thanks had
24    24|    champion's thigh descended.~ ~ LXX~Zerbino, here and there,
25    25|          untranslated by Rose)~ ~ LXX~"The thing remained concealed
26    26|           and donned the gown.~ ~ LXX~As soon as Mandricardo saw
27    27| forefather Nimrod's iron vest;~ ~ LXX~And there had they arrived,
28    28|       paced the floor.~ ~ LXIII - LXX~ (Stanzas LXIII - LXX untranslated
29    28|             LXX~ (Stanzas LXIII - LXX untranslated by Rose)~ ~
30    29|    bow-shots' length and more.~ ~ LXX~Next, for he felt that weight
31    30|        produced Rogero's name.~ ~ LXX~What of Rogero's favour
32    31|           rider and his horse.~ ~ LXX~When either steed would
33    32|       lodging tells the guard.~ ~ LXX~He answers that the place
34    33|         thus the warfare ends:~ ~ LXX~For Bradamant no more her
35    34|          air the pair ascends.~ ~ LXX~The chariot, towering, threads
36    35|        wonted, thou art dead."~ ~ LXX~She cries, "I would not
37    36|    nothing she in memory bore.~ ~ LXX~"Of Trojan ancestors are
38    37|        drained the goblet dry.~ ~ LXX~"The cup returned -- Tanacro,
39    38|        her hatred will forego.~ ~ LXX~If silently Rogero made
40    39|           king in safety view:~ ~ LXX~Yet therefore halt not,
41    40|       shore toward Marseilles.~ ~ LXX~Upon some boat he hoped
42    41|         seem of greater force.~ ~ LXX~Baiardo shocked the steed
43    42|         Po, with swift career.~ ~ LXX~Much towards eve already
44    43|     sentence should have died.~ ~ LXX~"My lord should have remembered,
45    44|      should'st claim a share."~ ~ LXX~"The boon for which I to
46    45|       himself be seen of none.~ ~ LXX~Dordona's martial maid is
47    46|         their Bulgary beseech;~ ~ LXX~Where kept for him in Adrianople