Canto

 1     1|           far less the sight.~ ~ XXXVIII~Within soft moss and herbage
 2     2|         a winged courser spy.~ ~ XXXVIII~"The robber, whether he
 3     3|     beyond her love and hate.~ ~ XXXVIII~"In good Rinaldo equal worth
 4     4|       castle-gate they wound:~ ~ XXXVIII~Atlantes from the threshold,
 5     5|         better faith conceal.~ ~ XXXVIII~" `There passes not a month,
 6     6|          monster for an isle.~ ~ XXXVIII~"Alcina made the ready fish
 7     7|        would pursue the best.~ ~ XXXVIII~With this intention, Bradamant
 8     8|          land begins to sink.~ ~ XXXVIII~When in that desert, which
 9     9|          was cheaply bought.~ ~  XXXVIII~"To them I tell my project,
10    10|         upon the waters blew.~ ~ XXXVIII~They, who beheld along the
11    11|       tongue and palate fixt;~ ~ XXXVIII~So that the monster could
12    12|    warriors with less speed.~ ~  XXXVIII~When pricking thus they
13    13|     together, stood the crew.~ ~ XXXVIII~One had his belly crushed,
14    14|       such a sumptuous feast.~ ~ XXXVIII~That day, and half the next,
15    15|     continued hence his path.~ ~ XXXVIII~He pricks through many a
16    16|       they possess our lands?~ ~ XXXVIII~"And, if in this fair enterprise
17    17| loathsome save he her regain.~ ~ XXXVIII~"When on the newly printed
18    18|          of Charles to speak.~ ~ XXXVIII~When, on the Saracen's departure,
19    19|       for long time had worn.~ ~ XXXVIII~On Ziliantes, hid beneath
20    20|        yet lived, though old.~ ~ XXXVIII~"Yet Orontea lived, while
21    21|          always went his way.~ ~ XXXVIII~"He now on this side, now
22    22|       her eyes thus overflow.~ ~ XXXVIII~And she, uplifting their
23    23|          and climbs the hill:~ ~ XXXVIII~Whither the dwarf conducts
24    24|     warrior finally resolved.~ ~ XXXVIII~He to his comrades turned
25    25|       puissantest of things.'~ ~ XXXVIII~"So grieves the maid, so
26    26|          tell it to the rest.~ ~ XXXVIII~Vivian on Malagigi turned
27    27|          with feet and fists.~ ~ XXXVIII~On her he next a cross's
28    28|         little love reproved.~ ~ XXXVIII~"One day, amid the rest,
29    29|        wine, could wash away.~ ~ XXXVIII~Soon thitherward flocked
30    30|    himself in tears, replied.~ ~ XXXVIII~"Alack! my dearest life!
31    31|        and Sigismonda's seed.~ ~ XXXVIII~In parley were they by a
32    32|    desert, against thy debts?~ ~ XXXVIII~"Wherefore, Rogero, since
33    33|         stooping to his yoke.~ ~ XXXVIII~"You see," (pursued that
34    34|     valour on our other foes;~ ~ XXXVIII~"And him, now sole, now
35    35|         hear or eyes to see."~ ~ XXXVIII~The high-minded maid, to
36    36|       outrage with the spear.~ ~ XXXVIII~Void of effect, 'tis thus
37    37|         village wife replies:~ ~ XXXVIII~"What haply is to you a
38    38|         the assembled throng:~ ~ XXXVIII~"Albeit if fits not captain,
39    39|       wait the champion nigh.~ ~ XXXVIII~Astolpho, Brandimart, the
40    40|          thine Africk throne.~ ~ XXXVIII~"Thy subjects by thy death
41    41|          from Africk's shore.~ ~ XXXVIII~After salutes, and joining
42    42|          her enmity and hate.~ ~ XXXVIII~Of this strange story fully
43    43|          some reward pretend.~ ~ XXXVIII~"At first she was somedeal
44    44|     forego his plighted word.~ ~ XXXVIII~Beatrice who believes the
45    45|         foul, consuming Fear.~ ~ XXXVIII~"If the sun turn from us
46    46|       with two husbands wed."~ ~ XXXVIII~So filled is gentle Leo