Canto

 1     1|    else impedes his course.~ ~ LXXIII~"Unless the misty air,"
 2     2|  damsel of bewitching mien.~ ~ LXXIII~Who, by her lovely semblance
 3     3|    courier, goes the cheat.~ ~ LXXIII~"Thy conversation with this
 4     5|    love, her love's return.~ ~ LXXIII~"For this perfidious, foul,
 5     6|      this opening Paradise:~ ~ LXXIII~For so with reason I this
 6     7|       hideous is not found.~ ~ LXXIII~Pale, lean, and wrinkled
 7     8|   Bordeaux-town was broken.~ ~ LXXIII~This in Orlando moved great
 8     9|       if equipt with wings.~ ~ LXXIII~From street to street, before
 9    10|  England's farthest strand.~ ~ LXXIII~Yet think not, sir, that
10    11|        end her present ill.~ ~ LXXIII~And her to Holland promises
11    12|      affairs a better form:~ ~ LXXIII~Hence did the King of Tremisen'
12    13|  United in Renata I behold.~ ~ LXXIII~" 'Twere long to tell of
13    14|     thy saving mercy bear."~ ~ LXXIII~So spake the holy emperor
14    15|        huge birds had torn.~ ~ LXXIII~Since, from Gismonda they
15    16|     die a youth in France.~ ~  LXXIII~When bold French beheld
16    17|        were kind, revealed.~ ~ LXXIII~It was the Syrians' practise
17    18|     memorable scathe to do.~ ~ LXXIII~Aquilant brooked not Gryphon
18    19|       dames, a hundred men.~ ~ LXXIII~The knights determining
19    20|        from hence to wend."~ ~ LXXIII~"And were there more (Marphisa
20    22|  damsel buried in the cave.~ ~ LXXIII~The courser, and, through
21    23|    seek," the paynim cried.~ ~ LXXIII~" 'Tis now ten days," to
22    24|     adventure of the sword.~ ~ LXXIII~Fair Flordelice, who ill
23    25|    faithful watch and ward.~ ~ LXXIII~His cousin Richardetto,
24    26|       tourney but with one.~ ~ LXXIII~Sir Vivian is the first
25    27|        Frontino named anew.~ ~ LXXIII~Assured 'twas no mistake,
26    28| betrayed with all his care.~ ~ LXXIII~" `A thousand, beauteous
27    29|       and ever onward went.~ ~ LXXIII~As much, or little less,
28    30|        might set her heart.~ ~ LXXIII~Though he did well alive,
29    31|      drowning in the flood.~ ~ LXXIII~Whelming them upside-down,
30    32|       at that lord's abode.~ ~ LXXIII~In feats of arms few warriors
31    33|        haply think so you.~ ~  LXXIII~"This may suffice you all;
32    34|    chased the panting prey.~ ~ LXXIII~He, that with other scope
33    35|   untried in martial feat."~ ~ LXXIII~They on the walls, that
34    36|     and with Almontes bold;~ ~ LXXIII~And how a lovely daughter,
35    37|       slay thee as I could!~ ~ LXXIII~" `And that deserved punishment,
36    38|      and retreat was small.~ ~ LXXIII~But she, that ever, when
37    39|       sepulchres is strown.~ ~ LXXIII~Meanwhile his heavy ships
38    40|     ring with Dudon's name.~ ~ LXXIII~Rogero, when from far the
39    41|        the returning peers.~ ~ LXXIII~Roland who saw Gradasso
40    42|      cavalier to his abode.~ ~ LXXIII~A bowshot from the way diverged
41    43|      beauty, one he found.~ ~  LXXIII~"She such fair manners and
42    44|    Forte's tower transport.~ ~ LXXIII~A castle this, which royal
43    45|      Rogero, sword in hand.~ ~ LXXIII~But well-built wall, strong
44    46|     son a sovereign hailed.~ ~ LXXIII~The rich and royal nuptials