Canto

 1     1| spectatress of the cruel case.~ ~ LXVI~He sighs and groans, yet
 2     2|          lover share his jail.~ ~ LXVI~And did with such excuse
 3     3|       less dismal and severe.~ ~  LXVI~Of these the greater portion
 4     4|          better code replaced.~ ~ LXVI~"If like desire, and if
 5     5|          with lance and sword.~ ~ LXVI~"You may divine how grieves
 6     6|       crowd with warfare sore.~ ~ LXVI~One to the teeth, another
 7     7|      earth, unseen of any eye.~ ~ LXVI~So speaking, to the natural
 8     8|          behind her sorrowing.~ ~ LXVI~Who shall relate the anguish,
 9     9|          fish and pool besets.~ ~ LXVI~'Tis thus the king bars
10    10|         from whence they came.~ ~ LXVI~"I" (said the fay) "will
11    11|         in the chrystal light.~ ~ LXVI~The stripling heats his
12    12|      bleeding stripling found.~ ~ LXVI~But of Angelica I now no
13    13|          with supporting hand.~ ~ LXVI~"Thy race, which shall all
14    14|       flames, and levels Rome.~ ~ LXVI~Tidings had reached the
15    15|      could ever take his life.~ ~ LXVI~To see if he could break
16    16|    erturns, and puts to death.~ ~ LXVI~Sir, think not that more
17    17|        arrived on Syrian land.~ ~ LXVI~"In Cyprus, and in Rhodes,
18    18|         that with little pain.~ ~ LXVI~And, lifting his bare hand,
19    19|            they kept disposed.~ ~ LXVI~A dame, as the Cumean sybil
20    20|           kinsman Aymon's bed.~ ~ LXVI~Then cried: "The English
21    21|           by himself has done;~ ~ LXVI~"And follows with his soul
22    22|           and two palms thick.~ ~ LXVI~Sansonet, of such staves,
23    23|       maid was drowned at sea.~ ~ LXVI~And worse he grieved, that
24    24|          on the warrior shine.~ ~ LXVI~'Tis so, I sometimes have
25    26|      revenge that wrong repay.~ ~ LXVI~With him, without repose,
26    27|      Gradasso and Rogero good.~ ~ LXVI~"Leave me the care," the
27    29|           sand that lady fell.~ ~ LXVI~If but two inches short
28    30|          smote his Tartar foe.~ ~ LXVI~Smit was the Child by Mandricardo'
29    31|        armed and at his stand.~ ~ LXVI~With lofty voice the sovereign
30    32|      within its walls pretend.~ ~ LXVI~"If there be room within,
31    33|          and hospitable board.~ ~ LXVI~And found, the lady messenger,
32    34|           like slavering bull.~ ~ LXVI~"But yet, because the Christian
33    35|         damsel's bugle pealed.~ ~ LXVI~To Agramant and King Marsilius
34    36|         sister should arrive.~ ~  LXVI~"Thus has my spirit for
35    37|         on that alone is bent.~ ~ LXVI~"An ancient woman, seized
36    38|         his sovereign's trust.~ ~ LXVI~In this accord like cause
37    39|            be pleased to know.~ ~ LXVI~Well nigh abandoned was
38    40|       rolls this nether world.~ ~ LXVI~Rogero ponders if he should
39    41|       taken for Rogero's dead;~ ~ LXVI~Who shall, in vision, to
40    42|         lived so long in pain;~ ~ LXVI~Of if an angel from the
41    43|          what pass am brought!~ ~ LXVI~"This my belief I deem a
42    44|       hand thine image traced.~ ~ LXVI~"Ivory, gem, and every hard-grained
43    45|        and gave it to his son.~ ~ LXVI~Nay, bold Astolpho, and
44    46|           joy the damsel died.~ ~ LXVI~Of all her vigour is she