Canto

 1     1|   after-thought to blame.~ ~ LVIII~"No! I will pluck the fresh
 2     2|      to match with mine."~ ~ LVIII~The knight relapsed into
 3     3|   fifteen gallies steers.~ ~ LVIII~"Two Sigismonds, the first,
 4     4|    both of life and fame.~ ~ LVIII~"Her he before her father
 5     5| waves he headlong sprung;~ ~ LVIII~" `Who said, before he reached
 6     6|     over him Alcina gain.~ ~ LVIII~He to remount the steed,
 7     7|     s Atys or Adonis spy?~ ~ LVIII~"Is this the hope that stars,
 8     8|      herd retired again.~ ~  LVIII~Were the old tale of Proteus'
 9     9|     than that she prayed.~ ~ LVIII~'Tis not his scheme to place
10    10|     castle planted there.~ ~ LVIII~Than this a stronger or
11    11|     me from every grief."~ ~ LVIII~Next she related, with loud
12    12| trunk, her mare may feed.~ ~ LVIII~The Spanish cavalier the
13    13|      incomparably chaste.~ ~ LVIII~"And if at length, I should
14    14|    cheek of lovely grain.~ ~ LVIII~"If a man merits love by
15    15|    took her with the net.~ ~ LVIII~The nymph (it seems) was
16    16|   prostrate on the plain.~ ~ LVIII~When, harassed with fatigue,
17    17|      into pleasant meads.~ ~ LVIII~"There we awaited, till
18    18|    Englishman, and Frank.~ ~ LVIII~Fortune still blocked their
19    19|     damsels take delight.~ ~ LVIII~And if he brings to end
20    20| proved in amorous strife.~ ~ LVIII~"And him she left with Alexandria,
21    21|    betook himself to bed.~ ~ LVIII~"Now in the harlot, when
22    22|     the fire will light."~ ~ LVIII~Rogero ceased; and in the
23    23|  death and shame pursued.~ ~ LVIII~Orlando to the rabble cried, "
24    24|  lord his prowess prove!'~ ~ LVIII~Zerbino having done the
25    25|    me to partake her bed.~ ~ LVIII~"Damsels and dames withdrawn --
26    26|      her tale might hear:~ ~ LVIII~"I from Mount Alban with
27    27|    pain, and people lost.~ ~ LVIII~"Some other faulchion for
28    28|      thy face shall see.~ ~  LVIII~" `I to the bitter dregs
29    29|     dwelling on the bank,~ ~ LVIII~Where he somedeal may shun
30    30|    armpit with its scale.~ ~ LVIII~Rogero drawing Balisarda
31    31|      their aid elsewhere.~ ~ LVIII~Them now in succour of King
32    32|     by that king's award.~ ~ LVIII~" `If when King Charles
33    33|    one returns to France.~ ~ LVIII~These histories and more
34    34|    GOSPEL, had composed;~ ~  LVIII~He of our Lord so loved,
35    35|    paynims, would I ride.~ ~ LVIII~"Which bark (I hope) and
36    36|    if he plants the blow!~ ~ LVIII~I cannot tell you truly
37    37| leman's name should wear.~ ~ LVIII~"He had no other thought,
38    38|     find such other four.~ ~ LVIII~"I know not if you know
39    39|      wisdom than whilere.~ ~ LVIII~As one, that seems in troubled
40    40|  possession were the two.~ ~ LVIII~He chose for his companions
41    41| murmur from the mountain.~ ~ LVIII~'Twas well nigh forty years,
42    42|    was the rugged height.~ ~ LVIII~The stranger, when he to
43    43| which fair Nausicaa bore.~ ~ LVIII~He heard, it in fair mansions
44    44|   than with simple wight.~ ~ LVIII~"Can it be true that royal
45    45|       the Child will die.~ ~ LVIII~Right sure he is to die;
46    46|  than good Rogero vaunt."~ ~ LVIII~She spake this with such