Canto

 1     1|       Angelica, who flies.~ ~ XXXIII~Through dreary woods and
 2     2|    pair a single greeting.~ ~ XXXIII~Alone thenceforth she sought
 3     3|     be quelled and slain.~ ~  XXXIII~"Fierce Ezelin, that most
 4     4|      makes my labour vain.~ ~ XXXIII~"Ah! then unless thy heart
 5     5|    first his tale recited.~ ~ XXXIII~"Then plainly, and by simple
 6     6|       the pleasant shore.~ ~  XXXIII~"A peer of France, Astolpho
 7     7|  haunts in pleasant brook.~ ~ XXXIII~Rogero revels there, in
 8     8|       bore away his heart:~ ~ XXXIII~And as sagacious dog on
 9     9|      Arbantes for my lord.~ ~ XXXIII~"I, not so much for deadly
10    10|      dost for this bestow!~ ~ XXXIII~"Oh! may I but escape the
11    11|    jealous Tithon's spite.~ ~ XXXIII~Approaching to the naked
12    12| heaped in plenteous store.~ ~ XXXIII~Nor might nor mean in old
13    13|        and that with bill.~ ~ XXXIII~With squinting look and
14    14|  champion might be sought.~ ~ XXXIII~He of the squire demanded
15    15|    sovereign rule advance.~ ~ XXXIII~"The pious love he bears
16    16|   bought with little pain.~ ~ XXXIII~"Two princes, by your means,
17    17|     to his waist was tied.~ ~ XXXIII~"Us to his den the sightless
18    18|     wither sent art thou?"~ ~ XXXIII~"Nor mine nor thine that
19    19|       arms the damsel see!~ ~ XXXIII~To pluck, as yet untouched,
20    20|    against their pleasure.~ ~ XXXIII~"That the male sex may not
21    21|    unsullied shall appear.~ ~ XXXIII~" `Does not Argaeus deem
22    22|     gathers from her lips.~ ~ XXXIII~A thousand times they their
23    23|       witherward she went.~ ~ XXXIII~At noon of day, descending
24    24|       was forced to bend."~ ~ XXXIII~So said Sir Odoric; and
25    25|   already driven his dart.~ ~ XXXIII~"Nor yet less fair to her
26    26| scandal on the HOLY FAITH.~ ~ XXXIII~Whate'er she touches, wall
27    27|  other with a broken head.~ ~ XXXIII~And. like Orlando and Duke
28    28|      which made him sound.~ ~ XXXIII~"At that hall's farther
29    29|      lovers twain reposed.~ ~ XXXIII~This nearly imitates that
30    30|       already kindled be?~ ~  XXXIII~"Woe worth me! I was proud,
31    31|    excuse," Rinaldo cried.~ ~ XXXIII~"For in complete assurance
32    32|     torrent quickly grows.~ ~ XXXIII~That she with him had brought
33    33|     joy of triumph shent."~ ~ XXXIII~So saying, to his guests
34    34|    conquering armies make;~ ~ XXXIII~"And him, as best he might,
35    35|        her way she steers.~ ~ XXXIII~She towards Provence, by
36    36|     to eternity may dwell.~ ~ XXXIII~"If thou slay'st me, there
37    37|     the felon's castle go.~ ~ XXXIII~With one constant, the maids
38    38|     lofty thoughts intent.~ ~ XXXIII~After he, lowly kneeling
39    39|   swoln with bane and ire.~ ~ XXXIII~But no retreat from peril
40    40|      wore the royal crown.~ ~ XXXIII~Filled with dead bodies
41    41|    she ever seen to smile.~ ~ XXXIII~The heartfelt fear, the
42    42|       gloomy dungeon died.~ ~ XXXIII~But how much more Rinaldo'
43    43|       s destructive waste.~ ~ XXXIII~"A rich, a youthful, and
44    44|   upon the knights below. ~ ~ XXXIII~At every turn, in various
45    45|       thee with other tie.~ ~ XXXIII~"Ah! wellaway! if in my
46    46|      shall first be done."~ ~ XXXIII~He said; and with such forceful