Canto

 1     1|       stop the passing sun.~ ~ XLVIII~While Sacripant laments
 2     2|         two bow-shots long.~ ~ XLVIII~"Arrived beneath the craggy
 3     3|    before was his of right.~ ~ XLVIII~"To him his grateful city
 4     4|   young Ganymede and fair.~ ~  XLVIII~She on Rogero looks with
 5     5|      side my person showed.~ ~ XLVIII~"This while Lurcanio, either
 6     6|      as their common scope.~ ~ XLVIII~"By her I was as much beloved,
 7     7|       by the break of day."~ ~ XLVIII~And told to her, the tale
 8     8|        red, all over glows.~ ~ XLVIII~A pocket at the ancient'
 9     9|       by my destruction be.~ ~ XLVIII~"What for his safety could
10    10|  approached the pilot hoar.~ ~ XLVIII~When he beholds forth-issuing
11    11|    would doom Orlando dead.~ ~ XLVIII~These, armed with sling
12    12|    wound was either knight.~ ~ XLVIII~By you, fair sir, already,
13    13|        joyful tidings bore.~ ~ XLVIII~"Fear not for thy Rogero:
14    14|    should escape with life.~ ~ XLVIII~As in the well-dried fen
15    15|        the risque o'erpays.~ ~ XLVIII~"I peril but the single
16    16|      could reach no higher.~ ~ XLVIII~Nor did the buckler so the
17    17|   stalked behind his flock.~ ~ XLVIII~"Think if his heart is trembling
18    18|      the four others slain.~ ~ XLVIII~Yet will his squadron not
19    19|        day she felt alarms.~ ~ XLVIII~A pilgrimage is vowed to
20    20|        and slay the strong.~ ~ XLVIII~" `I deem it fit, if you
21    21|      fury sprung from hell.~ ~ XLVIII~"She drew my brother forth,
22    22|   Anselmo d'Altaripa's son.~ ~ XLVIII~"No cavalier or lady by
23    23|     whom his son was slain.~ ~ XLVIII~From voice to voice, from
24    24|       measure back his way.~ ~ XLVIII~This was the term for which
25    25|      tresses from her brow;~ ~ XLVIII~"And next how came on her,
26    26|   example or his parragon."~ ~ XLVIII~So Malagigi to his comrades
27    27|        Borgo wends his way.~ ~ XLVIII~In this place is prepared
28    28|       knight together ride.~ ~ XLVIII~"Disguised they go through
29    29|   groaned the echoing bank.~ ~ XLVIII~Quickly the stream asunder
30    30|    rive and Heaven to rock.~ ~ XLVIII~From this side and from
31    31|     combat Mandricardo lay.~ ~ XLVIII~By accident, so strange
32    32|     according with her woe.~ ~ XLVIII~She took the courser that
33    33|  Guasto and Alphonso hight;~ ~ XLVIII~"This is that goodly knight,
34    34|      all over in the flood.~ ~ XLVIII~Then backed the griffin-horse,
35    35|       the furious cavalier.~ ~ XLVIII~King Rodomont prepares his
36    36|        her courser springs.~ ~ XLVIII~But is too slow withal;
37    37|         corrupt and naught.~ ~ XLVIII~"It chanced, that in their
38    38|     infamy and mighty woe."~ ~ XLVIII~Thus warily the Spanish
39    39|   warriors fain would take.~ ~ XLVIII~Seeing the circle round
40    40|     warned by Pompey's end.~ ~ XLVIII~"And for Senapus' Aethiopian
41    41|       waves to be baptized.~ ~ XLVIII~Those many promises remembered
42    42|     girt the monster round.~ ~ XLVIII~What in a thousand, thousand
43    43|      gladly not have found.~ ~ XLVIII~"If she, thy wife, by avarice
44    44|   Rogero's promised bride."~ ~ XLVIII~If cruel thoughts the afflicted
45    45| slaughtered near Belgrade."~ ~ XLVIII~He his discourse with more
46    46|      reached an abbey hoar:~ ~ XLVIII~Wherein what of that day