Canto

 1     1|          leisure to my rhyme.~ ~ V~Roland, who long the lady
 2     2|  throughout) may well agree."~ ~ V~As two fierce dogs will
 3     3|           whose fall he sees.~ ~ V~The wily traitor thought
 4     4|         knight upon his back.~ ~ V~Broad were his pinions,
 5     5|          thus my story piece.~ ~ V~"Of direr deed than ever
 6     6|         into the foaming sea.~ ~ V~But, as it oft befalls despairing
 7     7|       prelates wear at court.~ ~ V~The giantess's crest and
 8     8|      truly what Rogero flies.~ ~ V~Towards him came the knave,
 9     9|          reach him to repair.~ ~ V~And when the day its shining
10    10|          tale for wonderment;~ ~ V~And when you shall have
11    11| Dragontina's cruel servitude:~ ~ V~With this passed viewless
12    12|       before him on the mead;~ ~ V~Who in his arms a captive
13    13|        but deceit and frauds.~ ~ V~"Whilom I lived, content
14    14|        you preserved to Rome.~ ~ V~Rome's mighty column, by
15    15|         mighty mischief goes:~ ~ V~For he to the inner bank,
16    16|        is, must Gryphon seek.~ ~ V~Resuming the fair history,
17    17|        Ronco and Tarro stray.~ ~ V~Now God permits that we
18    18|      crowd their every flout.~ ~ V~Of those who to the portal
19    19|      deserted thee or where?"~ ~ V~So saying, in the wood he
20    20|         bruited far and wide.~ ~ V~The other, since 'twas his
21    21|       met the crone and peer.~ ~ V~The hag, who the approaching
22    22|         from thence inclined.~ ~ V~I in the cruel city left
23    23|    fruitless prayer for life.~ ~ V~When she has put to death
24    24|          evil planets guide.~ ~  V~Viewing the madman's wonderous
25    25|      magic shield had thrown.~ ~ V~He from that well a mile
26    26|          foe is seated fast?"~ ~ V~" -- I, at your choice,"
27    27|       him, the wizard master.~ ~ V~The wayward fiend who makes
28    28|          he himself esteemed.~ ~ V~"He not so much rejoiced
29    29|           the dame defended.~ ~  V~The king, who long had taxed
30    30|       bank her mangled corse.~ ~ V~And he, who could like any
31    31|         his comfort measures.~ ~ V~This is that cruel and envenomed
32    32|     erburdened towns oppress.~ ~ V~He offers Rodomont, if to
33    33|     Merlin in a single night.~ ~ V~That art, whereby those
34    34|         entrance led to hell.~ ~ V~Astolpho doubts if he within
35    35|          with M and D appear;~ ~ V~"And, as for splendor and
36    36|         courtesy seemed good.~ ~ V~This will I pass, nor their
37    37|     below its natural height.~ ~ V~Not only Thomyris and Harpalice,~
38    38|          all other pleasures.~ ~ V~His duty good Rogero satisfied,~
39    39|         which he wore afield.~ ~ V~She towards Troyano's mournful
40    40|        captive barks I spied.~ ~ V~He that those wrecks and
41    41|       put that lord to death.~ ~ V~The Danish warrior was well
42    42|       wrest it from thy hand.~ ~ V~Haply Heaven's vengeance
43    43|          some monster's prey.~ ~ V~Not without reason here
44    44|         swans in outward hue.~ ~ V~All kind he found them,
45    45|         wheel for ever turns.~ ~ V~Through that fair victory,
46    46|      with their sister train!~ ~ V~Beauteous, but wiser and