Canto

 1     1|        each aims his spear.~ ~ LXII~Not brindled bulls or tawny
 2     2|     meet a fate foreshown."~ ~ LXII~So said, the cavalier remounts
 3     3|      men's bad counsel led!~ ~ LXII~"O, worthy seed of Hercules
 4     4|     and Atlas' pillars are.~ ~ LXII~"And you with wealth and
 5     5|        like him he mourned.~ ~ LXII~"And many times repeating
 6     6|     striplings bold in sin.~ ~ LXII~This gallops on a horse
 7     7|        she enjoyed of yore.~ ~ LXII~"Not only should these many
 8     8|     the holy father's arms.~ ~ LXII~Oh! prize too dear, oh!
 9     9|     lord here pent in jail.~ ~ LXII~One, good Orlando to the
10    10|     blossom and ripe fruit.~ ~ LXII~Never in any place such
11    11|     mighty fear have done;~ ~  LXII~Knew him, because a page
12    12|    camp returns near Paris;~ ~ LXII~Tempering the grief which
13    13|       the skies will rain.~ ~  LXII~"With her shall be her sister
14    14|        cabin smoking round.~ ~ LXII~Pastoral lodgings were the
15    15|    populous Cairo opposite.~ ~ LXII~Ran all the people in tumultuous
16    16|    upon the champaign fell.~ ~ LXII~When him so killed, as '
17    17|      thing assist his wife.~ ~ LXII~"So the orc's wife, as well
18    18|       fear by act and face.~ ~ LXII~But when, approaching near,
19    19|     that he makes the port.~ ~ LXII~Already when their bark
20    20|      scorn survive a slave!~ ~ LXII~"For amorous pleasures,
21    21|   unless you take the say.'~ ~ LXII~"In what condition think
22    22|      as little will forego.~ ~ LXII~"But let me face to face,
23    23|       he has power to slay.~ ~ LXII~Of a hundred men and twenty,
24    24|        of the myrtle grove.~ ~ LXII~As the swift-footed dog,
25    25|      in this crystal lymph;~ ~ LXII~" `And power is mine to
26    26|    hands that goodly horse.~ ~ LXII~Richardet (though it seems
27    27|      first affront his foe.~ ~ LXII~"I will confuse the order
28    28|       untranslated by Rose)~ ~ LXII~"She bade him come -- when
29    29|    pursues the sylvan game.~ ~ LXII~The youth, that sees him
30    30|      that sword would fall.~ ~ LXII~If cleft his vizor through
31    31|        his wits distraught.~ ~ LXII~Had he such strange and
32    32|      shelter for the night.~ ~ LXII~As when from squall, or
33    33|      this sad fashion said:~ ~ LXII~"What pleased was but a
34    34|     beloved of God, espied.~ ~ LXII~Much that not lawfully could
35    35|  consigned Frontino's rein.~ ~ LXII~Through long days' journey,
36    36|      and such your destiny!~ ~ LXII~"I to the dame as descent
37    37|    their wedding solemnize.~ ~ LXII~"The custom howsoever was
38    38|   Rogero be that cavalier.~ ~  LXII~"Such our Rogero is, ye
39    39|       was his whole desire.~ ~ LXII~Meanwhile Bardino told to
40    40|    Clermont's warlike lord.~ ~ LXII~I spake of that good pair
41    41|      ill and impious train;~ ~ LXII~And, how that treason should
42    42|        of this chilly wave.~ ~ LXII~Arriving at that limpid
43    43| honours and thy cavaliers'.~ ~ LXII~"The grace ineffable of
44    44|     change to all eternity.~ ~ LXII~"Sooner shall file or chisel
45    45|   France; arrived at Paris.~ ~ LXII~Leo will enter not the town;
46    46|      by the warrior's arms.~ ~ LXII~So that to her Rogero being