Canto

 1     1|           beholds a cavalier.~ ~ XXXIX~If friend or foe, she nothing
 2     2|          the damsel's scream.~ ~ XXXIX~"The ravening kite so swoops
 3     3|        his grandsire's place.~ ~ XXXIX~"This lord to his dominion
 4     4|         there had ever been.~ ~  XXXIX~Then from the lady's toils
 5     5|       and seek another love.'~ ~ XXXIX~" `This will I not believe,'
 6     6|     friends with whom I went.~ ~ XXXIX~"She came towards us with
 7     7|         grotto her posterity;~ ~ XXXIX~She who preserved her with
 8     8|  coloured in the living rock.~ ~ XXXIX~She, fixed and stupid in
 9     9|       had equipt an armament.~ ~ XXXIX~"Since on the issue of the
10    10|     limbs, beside them laid.'~ ~ XXXIX~To hold the stirrup one
11    11|      reach the highest crook.~ ~ XXXIX~The prop so placed, Orlando
12    12|     shouted "Whence are you?"~ ~ XXXIX~"Turn back or take another
13    13|        rejoicing in the sun.~ ~  XXXIX~I could not say what mischiefs
14    14|     Otricoli the Tyber laves.~ ~ XXXIX~Where this deep stream was
15    15|       scattered by the sound.~ ~ XXXIX~Through Araby the blest
16    16|       without arms or heart."~ ~ XXXIX~Such reasons, and yet better
17    17|     brute about to re-appear.~ ~ XXXIX~"The monarch to the cave
18    18|          on his signal waits.~ ~ XXXIX~He these at Saint Marcellus'
19    19|         queen, of whom I say.~ ~ XXXIX~No love which to the paladin
20    20|         all who thither fare.~ ~ XXXIX~"Young Alexandria, who the
21    21|        by his faithless mate.~ ~ XXXIX~"Thus every one, except
22    22|        within a town hard by.~ ~ XXXIX~"Loving a gentle lady and
23    23| faithless Pinnabel was slain.~ ~ XXXIX~Duke Aymon's daughter scarce
24    24|          the blame is thrown.~ ~ XXXIX~"Often has Love turned upside
25    25|           but speaks in vain.~ ~ XXXIX~"She, who requires assistance,
26    26|    consigned to living story.~ ~ XXXIX~"The chiefs whose names
27    27|      lines behold thee more."~ ~ XXXIX~Albeit in back and arms
28    28|      churl his game forsake.'~ ~ XXXIX~"At such strange spectacle,
29    29|       and many arms and life.~ ~ XXXIX~If those he conquers are
30    30|      Rogero breeds such fear.~ ~ XXXIX~"And yet should you remember
31    31|        matter she discoursed.~ ~ XXXIX~As Guido them, they gallant
32    32|        virtues yield and bow?~ ~ XXXIX~"Knowest thou not, without
33    33|       prince a remnant leave.~ ~ XXXIX~"Nay he Bologna rescues
34    34|           the warrior fought.~ ~ XXXIX~Nor Juno, nor Eurystheus,
35    35|          lost, detested life.~ ~ XXXIX~"O loving damsel (she made
36    36|  circling heavens shall turn.~ ~ XXXIX~Above three hundred men
37    37|     tyrant pleases to ordain.~ ~ XXXIX~"Sent to these confines
38    38|         fear the Nubian sack.~ ~ XXXIX~"But who could think, save
39    39|     about the warrior throws.~ ~ XXXIX~This was fair Flordelice,
40    40|          thy followers, live.~ ~ XXXIX~"The soldan, he thy neighbour,
41    41|         Son he would believe.~ ~ XXXIX~He said: "For loved you
42    42|        galley loosed for Ind.~ ~ XXXIX~Rinaldo seeking out the
43    43|       unseen of watchful eye.~ ~ XXXIX~"Me my wife's words like
44    44|         Rinaldo cannot force.~ ~ XXXIX~Silent stands mournful Bradamant,
45    45|         me many times a year.~ ~ XXXIX~"Return, my sun, return!
46    46|       nor will be done again;~ ~ XXXIX~And that he him doth for