Canto

 1     1|          lilies best in fight.~ ~ XLVII~The warrior in the field
 2     2|        lady to my arms again.'~ ~ XLVII~"Then how my love was ravished
 3     3|         peace or martial fray.~ ~ XLVII~"Lucania, Puglia, and Calabria'
 4     4|           and points her prey.~ ~ XLVII~When her Rogero the fair
 5     5|        renews the wonted sign.~ ~ XLVII~"And I in costly robe, in
 6     6|         courteous and so fair.~ ~ XLVII~"Clasped in her dainty limbs,
 7     7|       return to glad her view.~ ~ XLVII~"Since thou, an antidote
 8     8|        her hearer not unknown.~ ~ XLVII~To comfort her, some reasons
 9     9|   wherewith I might be caught.~ ~ XLVII~"Yet him a cruel proposition
10    10|    blessing seen is satisfied.~ ~ XLVII~"You shall in nobler studies
11    11|          warfare vex the land;~ ~ XLVII~And that it better were
12    12|    shelter to his head afford.~ ~ XLVII~'Twas thus those warriors
13    13|           with Alcina's wound.~ ~ XLVII~When her she saw, without
14    14|        death of frog or snake.~ ~ XLVII~But after they at their
15    15|        seek the giant's cave.~ ~  XLVII~"I with dishonour life to
16    16|        saving succour, speeds.~ ~ XLVII~With the good spear new
17    17|           lady's visage sweet.~ ~ XLVII~"Kin Norandine, as bid,
18    18|          merits praise behind.~ ~ XLVII~Zumara's king is not forgotten
19    19|           equal dread opprest.~ ~ XLVII~More spitefully the wind
20    20|          hand the ten to kill.~ ~ XLVII~"Queen Orontea straightway
21    21|         by me within conveyed.~ ~ XLVII~" `Let it not irk thee to
22    22|           the stripling dead."~ ~ XLVII~"And wherefore take we not
23    23|         father's visage drest.~ ~ XLVII~While solemn preparation
24    24|        besides the royal maid.~ ~ XLVII~So mighty is the love Zerbino
25    25|        cruel doubt and dread.~ ~  XLVII~"Unhelmed, we wondered at
26    26|           surround, from fall.~ ~ XLVII~"Imbued with every generous
27    27|           Marphisa to achieve.~ ~ XLVII~There lies a place, of Paris
28    28|          from a thousand earn.~ ~ XLVII~" `Long absence, seeing
29    29|           occasion of his woe.~ ~ XLVII~Roland, whose better wit
30    30|        was little time delaid.~ ~ XLVII~Put on and laced the shining
31    31|        Brandimart will leave."~ ~ XLVII~Fair Flordelice was she,
32    32| desperation and desire to die.~ ~ XLVII~The vest is of that colour
33    33|        the terror of our host.~ ~ XLVII~"Both of one blood and of
34    34|           no more revisit air.~ ~ XLVII~While in that cave Astolpho
35    35|            as thou hatest now.~ ~ XLVII~"To fall by me thou needest
36    36|       head she smote the sand.~ ~ XLVII~Bradamant who will die,
37    37|          each martial brother;~ ~ XLVII~"And truly were, and would
38    38|           to assail your land.~ ~ XLVII~"Now take your time for
39    39|           wonder at the sight.~ ~ XLVII~So grieve and so lament
40    40|            arms together bore.~ ~ XLVII~With much displeasure Sericana'
41    41|           perish in the swell.~ ~ XLVII~Cleaving the flood with
42    42|         woman's likeness wore.~ ~ XLVII~A thousand lidless eyes
43    43|          of that woman heard."~ ~ XLVII~His tale the mournful cavalier
44    44|    members of my house beside.~ ~ XLVII~"If them the flower of Clermont'
45    45|         world my kindred call.~ ~ XLVII~"I Leo am, that thou what
46    46|           good Rogero brought;~ ~ XLVII~Who, though by Leo helped,