Canto

 1     1|    regain the treasure tried.~ ~ XV~Thither at speed she drives,
 2     2|          forth a secret book.~ ~ XV~This opened, quick and mighty
 3     3|       the subterraneous room.~ ~ XV~Whether it be the native
 4     4|      first withdrew the ring.~ ~ XV~Neither by tears, nor groans,
 5     5|      every other dame beside.~ ~ XV~"I, who to please him was
 6     6|           prepared for fight.~ ~ XV~And yielding to his natural
 7     7|          the charms revealed.~ ~ XV~To all her arms a just proportion
 8     8|        rhomb, or magic noose.~ ~ XV~Thence, through the fields,
 9     9|          yet can gather news.~ ~ XV~Breaking his every scheme,
10    10|     young -- a harmless maid.~ ~ XV~Almighty God! how fallible
11    11|         him by his lady love.~ ~ XV~Afflicted beyond measure,
12    12|      from what he wont to be.~ ~ XV~He thinks he hears Angelica,
13    13|          with what happiness.~ ~ XV~"Scarcely was Mongia by
14    14|         Zamorra, and Palenza.~ ~ XV~The household-troops which
15    15|     betake himself to flight.~ ~ XV~I say, the horn is of such
16    16|         lady's knight carest;~ ~ XV~And to Damascus, with the
17    17|        blood, that very race?~ ~ XV~"Why should I now in contest
18    18|           timid and confused;~ ~ XV~But if the mother spring
19    19|       springs forth to fight;~ ~ XV~And casts away his bow,
20    20|       Dictaean city garrison.~ ~ XV~"Amid the hundred cities
21    21|          and honourable fame.~ ~ XV~"But she, more volatile
22    22|      eyes and plies his feet.~ ~ XV~He plies his feet, and searches
23    23|          has no present need.~ ~ XV~Bent, since a course in
24    24|      Scottish prince my care.~ ~ XV~When Roland had departed
25    25|         and ocean in his ire.~ ~ XV~At every stroke he never
26    26|          gloomy realms below.~ ~ XV~'Twas hence a foul mistake
27    27|       served them as a guide.~ ~ XV~Thither another fiend that
28    28|         wishes had consented.~ ~ XV~"She from her neck unloosed
29    29|        boon which I can give.~ ~ XV~"I know, and on my way a
30    30|     waxing tide Orlando dies.~ ~ XV~But Fortune, that of madmen
31    31|        springs upon his feet;~ ~ XV~And to his foe, that having
32    32|           that led to France.~ ~ XV~When shining arms at distance
33    33|         poisoned mullets die.~ ~ XV~"Where Childibert the boundary
34    34|          wife or wedded lord.~ ~ XV~"But, rather of my state
35    35|        securely to the shore.~ ~ XV~Thus, counter to that ancient'
36    36|          knows he what to do.~ ~ XV~Stung, at these tidings,
37    37|         they our labour need.~ ~ XV~If I of these would separately
38    38|          by thieves of Araby.~ ~ XV~"They to a king in Persia
39    39| mightiest damage on its side:~ ~ XV~So those high-minded virgin
40    40|         force Biserta's town.~ ~ XV~Washed by the sea, upon
41    41|        hostile water streams.~ ~ XV~A fierce assault and cruel
42    42|        blissful realms above.~ ~ XV~Orlando, albeit he should
43    43|           and rich, to build.~ ~ XV~"By ancient and chaste dames
44    44|    pleasure Clermont's chief.~ ~ XV~That day and night, and
45    45|          s, or Rinaldo's aid.~ ~ XV~Theodora was by other thoughts
46    46|          Celio, and Teocreno.~ ~ XV~Bernardo Capel, Peter Bembo