Canto

 1     1|   blossomed in her natal hour.~ ~ LVI~Haply the tale was true;
 2     2|  necromancer's helpless prize.~ ~ LVI~"LIke carbuncle, the magic
 3     3|       Frank, and Spaniard die.~ ~ LVI~"Lo! who in priestly vesture
 4     4|         were his fitting meed.~ ~ LVI~They answered, in those
 5     5|         which fired his veins.~ ~ LVI~"The morn ensuing, without
 6     6|        mountain's very height:~ ~ LVI~`But that he must not think
 7     7|          self by potent spell.~ ~ LVI~Him in the figure of Atlantes
 8     8|        prayer made this reply:~ ~ LVI~`That it behoved them find
 9     9|           no plates withstand.~ ~ LVI~"Now, if as strong Herculean
10    10|           that she cannot die.~ ~ LVI~No fairy dies, or can, while
11    11|            and dropt her head.~ ~ LVI~Orlando asks what evil destiny~
12    12|        and the maid were seen,~ ~ LVI~Towards a vale upon the
13    13|        many ages hence befall.~ ~ LVI~"Oh! my best guide." exclaimed
14    14|    farther hence, from stain?"~ ~ LVI~The Tartar, joying in the
15    15|    himself, the warrior spied.~ ~ LVI~With subtle thread of steel
16    16|           made Duke of Albany.~ ~ LVI~The deep sonorous trumpet'
17    17|        alarmed, Lucina crept.~ ~  LVI~"Lucina -- whether she abhorred
18    18|         strip the baron cried.~ ~ LVI~From me it sure were needless
19    19|           Chance or Error led.~ ~ LVI~Sore dangerous 'twas to
20    20|     Elbanio by especial grace.~ ~ LVI~"To pardon him in fine the
21    21|           him a polluted name;~ ~ LVI~"And deeply graven in his
22    22|     assembled warriors' might!~ ~ LVI~"Nor stands it with our
23    23|          esteemed the knight,~ ~  LVI~And asked him why and wherefore
24    24|           faithful Flordelice.~ ~ LVI~To Flordelice were known
25    25|           perceived the cheat.~ ~ LVI~"Next to the hall, where
26    26|    Richardetto would be found.~ ~ LVI~And, for to her well known
27    27| possession of the Tartar lord;~ ~ LVI~And asks had he by force
28    28|        lords' return at night.~ ~ LVI~"As groom, a stripling in
29    29|        rent his prey in twain.~ ~ LVI~Even in such mode as often
30    30|           master, full of woe.~ ~ LVI~Never raged trampled serpent,
31    31|           banner to the fight.~ ~ LVI~Seven hundred men with good
32    32|           in its wonted round.~ ~ LVI~"Yet she not these will
33    33|    pontiff to his foes a prey.~ ~ LVI~"Lautrec the monarch sends
34    34|        your arctic hemisphere.~ ~ LVI~"You for instruction, how
35    35|         been too foul a scorn.~ ~ LVI~Yet still with new desire
36    36|      patient purpose swerves.~ ~  LVI~In that, a mighty stroke
37    37|      plundered by that throng.~ ~ LVI~"Olindro slain, they led
38    38|       fields than we have won.~ ~ LVI~"I fear, if heretofore our
39    39|       furthest brink bestowed.~ ~ LVI~Seven times Astolpho makes
40    40|           their plunder share.~ ~ LVI~From those three monarchs
41    41|      threatening with the rod.~ ~ LVI~Then comforts him -- that
42    42|           of the courser sank:~ ~ LVI~But scarcely was on earth
43    43|       wouldst bear the prize."~ ~ LVI~So saying, in his barge
44    44|         far rather I will die.~ ~ LVI~"Nay die I will not; but
45    45|           and in other's name.~ ~ LVI~Much weighs the Grecian'
46    46|          right in her oppose."~ ~ LVI~King Charlemagne and all