Canto

 1     1|              give thee all I can.~ ~ IV~And me, amid the worthiest
 2     2|         relinquished to a thief."~ ~ IV~"Thou liest," the haughty
 3     3|           forth the great design.~ ~ IV~Till when, this chisel may
 4     4|           whence the larum rings,~ ~ IV~And sees the host and all
 5     5|             some infernal sprite.~ ~ IV~Such, and no other were
 6     6|         weeping Scotland through;~ ~ IV~Ariodantes, whom with tearful
 7     7|         beyond all custom showed.~ ~ IV~No larger wolf, I ween,
 8     8|         servant of the fairy met.~ ~ IV~He on his fist a ravening
 9     9|           his puissant Durindane.~ ~ IV~So generous is Orlando's
10    10|            be styled, or thought.~ ~ IV~If her Bireno loved, as
11    11|        Brunello in Albracca bore.~ ~ IV~This is the ring she carried
12    12|            maid as best he might.~ ~ IV~Through France he sought
13    13|              day my death decree?~ ~ IV~"Lo! I am Isabel, who once
14    14|            gilded spur and sword.~ ~ IV~You, with such glorious
15    15|          within the crowded tomb.~ ~ IV~Of twenty thousand warriors
16    16|         worthless love has shame.~ ~ IV~The youthful Gryphon finds
17    17| ill-nurturing and unuseful sheep;~ ~ IV~Who, as if having more than
18    18|            about the waggon laid.~ ~ IV~Whither fear drives, in
19    19|           lighter shoulders flew.~ ~ IV~So far was Cloridan advanced
20    20|           Marphisa's worth outgo.~ ~ IV~To her returning yet again;
21    21|              promise he had made.~ ~ IV~Of him I told who felt at
22    22|        rehearsed, a piercing cry.~ ~ IV~He entered, 'twixt two hills,
23    23|           confining on Poictiers.~ ~ IV~Anselm in Altaripa held
24    24|            reached the very bone.~ ~ IV~I in the other canto said
25    25|             the jealous Rodomont.~ ~ IV~They at a mead arrived,
26    26|           ever single upon earth.~ ~ IV~When those three of that
27    27|             further of the pair.~ ~  IV~So the two lovers, following
28    28|              gan his tale recite:~ ~ IV~"Astolpho that the Lombard
29    29|          Doralice already change;~ ~ IV~And, as new love the king
30    30|            knows how well I love.~ ~ IV~No less beside myself than
31    31|            should be long delaid.~ ~ IV~Scorn, and repulse, and
32    32|         front and Africa before.~ ~  IV~With horse and foot, of
33    33|             which they displayed.~ ~ IV~Yet let not artist whether
34    34|              the Nubian's feast?"~ ~ IV~Hunting those hideous birds,
35    35|              the thousandth part.~ ~ IV~The beauteous fleece he
36    36|             pleasant places fell.~ ~ IV~Though a foul vengeance
37    37|             own, as mist the sun.~ ~ IV~But hands or tongue ne'er
38    38|        little wit or little love.~ ~ IV~For if his life, whom gentle
39    39|              from whom it sprung.~ ~ IV~Meanwhile the weird Melissa,
40    40|              your land has bread.~ ~ IV~But Trotto, present at this
41    41|          glittering orbs on high.~ ~ IV~As in his every other feat
42    42|            woeful news to spread.~ ~ IV~Seeing thy fall caused thine
43    43|           other arts would raise.~ ~ IV~What shall of high and beauteous
44    44|            this was yet to learn.~ ~ IV~In his retreat that ancient
45    45|               one king of France.~ ~ IV~'Tis plain to sight, through
46    46|             Aonian choir so dear.~ ~ IV~With Julia, a new Ginevra