Canto

 1     1| repossess her sumptuous seat.~ ~ LV~Her chances all to him the
 2     2|         passing Nature's law.~ ~ LV~"Well covered in a goodly
 3     3|        bear the news to Rome.~ ~ LV~" 'Tis he, who with his
 4     4|     knight or wandering dame.~ ~ LV~The monks and abbot to Mount
 5     5|         against your breast.'~ ~ LV~"Ariodantes, so surprised,
 6     6|      unhappy warrior's grief.~ ~ LV~As best he could, he strove
 7     7|        sumptuous India boast.~ ~ LV~Crisped into comely ringlets
 8     8|       with their inhabitants:~ ~ LV~And girding them on every
 9     9|      life by death have lent.~ ~ LV~"Not to this day have chanced
10    10|     escaped the wretched fay.~ ~ LV~Alcina flies; and her sad
11    11|        reaped so ill a meed.~ ~  LV~Wretched Olympia; whom,
12    12|       casque, is all on fire:~ ~ LV~And in opinion with Ferrau
13    13|         with sweet discourse:~ ~ LV~And as the fairest topic
14    14|      sighs withdrew the band,~ ~ LV~Saying, "How woe-begone
15    15|      drags him to the ground.~ ~ LV~Astolpho, who beholds his
16    16|     Isolier, to battle prest.~ ~ LV~Thraso, this while, the
17    17|      flock to hill and meads.~ ~ LV~"He held his hand before
18    18|           the warrior bleeds.~ ~ LV~Dardinel, to avenge him,
19    19|        the open sea, nor fly.~ ~ LV~They cannot fly, nor yet
20    20|       granted what she ought.~ ~ LV~"Elbanio's beauty (for so
21    21|         resolution overbore.~ ~  LV~"The fear of shameful punishment'
22    22|          have left that Hall.~ ~ LV~"Their order is, who from
23    23|          being, Zerbino wore.~ ~ LV~She had beneath Orlando'
24    24|    palace of Atlantes' grave.~ ~ LV~If she had been in that
25    25|    herself from head to heel.~ ~ LV~"Then, ordering from her
26    26|        place of shelter came;~ ~ LV~Hippalca she; from whom
27    27|    Orlando reft in Aspramont.~ ~ LV~He, seeing this, agnised
28    28|      they had bent their way.~ ~ LV~"The travellers from their
29    29|         in his face was quit.~ ~ LV~That other to a jutting
30    30|        his faulchion swerves.~ ~ LV~Had Balisarda smote him
31    31|        deeply irks them sore.~ ~ LV~Guido succeeds; no less
32    32|        praise by few or none.~ ~ LV~"These three, whose kingdoms
33    33|         upon his native land.~ ~ LV~"In every part you see how
34    34|        of Paradise he seemed.~ ~ LV~He, with glad visage, to
35    35|          way, of arms bereft.~ ~ LV~Stript of his armour and
36    36|          not forth his might.~ ~ LV~He knew the virtues of that
37    37|         Marganor lay drowned.~ ~ LV~"That night, he in deep
38    38|       Saracens' eternal fear;~ ~ LV~"And the other Mars (albeit
39    39|       struggling ox or horse.~ ~ LV~As soon as down, they all
40    40|   Orlando on their part defy;~ ~ LV~With equal number of armed
41    41|        that good hermit were.~ ~ LV~That anchoret pursues, and
42    42|        cruel monster's hands.~ ~ LV~The stranger horseman, like
43    43|     uplifts the good Rinaldo.~ ~ LV~"O happy town! whereof" (
44    44|          frustrate my intent.~ ~ LV~" `Twas ever my intent,
45    45|      taken Bradamant will be.~ ~ LV~But two things must he do;
46    46|        guerdon of the strife.~ ~ LV~"Besides that by your edict'