Canto

 1     1|         and saved the breast.~ ~ LXIII~Nor swerved the chargers
 2     2|   stretched him on the sward.~ ~ LXIII~The courier, who so plied
 3     3|       bitter chase the sweet.~ ~ LXIII~"Soon as to-morrow's sun
 4     4|          the common thought."~ ~ LXIII~Rinaldo mused awhile, and
 5     5|         people's common hate;~ ~ LXIII~"And, when the throng was
 6     6|         or bar of iron shook.~ ~ LXIII~The captain of this crew,
 7     7|          men to virtue climb.~ ~ LXIII~"I was more wont to dwell
 8     8|          to find their fates.~ ~ LXIII~The beauty, by Circassian
 9     9|         delivery to his hand;~ ~ LXIII~`And willed the king should
10    10|         changes of the skies.~ ~ LXIII~But here the verdure still
11    11|    clasped him to the breast.~ ~ LXIII~Orlando is no less rejoined
12    12|       bridges laid him dead.~ ~  LXIII~Angelica thus, viewless
13    13|         depth of misery fall.~ ~ LXIII~"Viscontis' serpents will
14    14|   cottage men of gentle kind.~ ~ LXIII~What afterwards was done
15    15|       make him goodly cheer.~ ~  LXIII~Then Cairo was not such,
16    16|          rider and his horse.~ ~ LXIII~When that fell blow Calamidor
17    17|      Agrican's redoubted son:~ ~ LXIII~"Where, with their arms
18    18|       signs when he withdrew.~ ~ LXIII~Fore-stroke and back he
19    19|         port the vessel tow.~ ~  LXIII~They thitherward were worked
20    20|  shameful servitude and sore.~ ~ LXIII~"To know I wear away life'
21    21|          of the poisoned cup.~ ~ LXIII~"As the trained hawk of
22    22|         crimson surcoat wore.~ ~ LXIII~Bradamant for long time
23    23|       cast himself to ground.~ ~ LXIII~While Roland, after he had
24    24|         and smites and flies.~ ~ LXIII~On the other side, where'
25    25|         me by a simple word.'~ ~ LXIII~"Treasure I covet not, nor
26    26|        in wonder, but astoud.~ ~ LXIII~To him Hippalca said, when
27    27|    shield and goodly glaive";~ ~ LXIII~And over mastered by his
28    28|       softly paced the floor.~ ~ LXIII - LXX~ (Stanzas LXIII -
29    28|            LXIII - LXX~ (Stanzas LXIII - LXX untranslated by Rose)~ ~
30    29|        his birth was charmed.~ ~ LXIII~When on his back Orlando
31    30|         he again waxed sound.~ ~ LXIII~The spouting blood of either
32    31|      where that damsel shows.~ ~ LXIII~She tells him how the perilous
33    32|       courser's bridle guide.~ ~ LXIII~She raised her eyes at last,
34    33|          and open but on woe?~ ~ LXIII~"Sweet sleep with promised
35    34|        best, when he offends:~ ~ LXIII~"He, your Orlando, at his
36    35| conveyance of Rogero's steed.~ ~ LXIII~She forward rode, within
37    36|         the milky mother fed.~ ~ LXIII~"Needing to quit my home
38    37|        fashion she would wed.~ ~ LXIII~" `The widow that a husband'
39    38|        host of martial peers.~ ~ LXIII~"Meseemeth, if to you it
40    39|           populous, or rich.~ ~  LXIII~He said, mid many reasons
41    40|          Emperor Charlemagne.~ ~ LXIII~Meanwhile a servant of the
42    41|         heavy burden fraught,~ ~ LXIII~'Twixt Brenta and Athesis,
43    42|        shall I welcome rest."~ ~ LXIII~Upon the green sward lit
44    43|   shouldst envy other's joy!"~ ~ LXIII~While thus Rinaldo speaks,
45    44|          my stedfast thought.~ ~ LXIII~"All power o'er me have
46    45|         the sovereign prayed:~ ~ LXIII~To send afield the damsel,
47    46|          er will be, outdone;~ ~ LXIII~And he from point to point