Canto

 1     1|         and hates and flies.~ ~ LXXIX~Mixed with such secret bane
 2     5|      fight without the wall:~ ~ LXXIX~Beyond the city, fought
 3     6|      her talons like a bear.~ ~ LXXIX~"Besides that she infests
 4     7|     every where at pleasure:~ ~ LXXIX~Nor, if he took him not,
 5     8|       grieved Orlando cries.~ ~ LXXIX~Already every where, with
 6     9|        up as high as heaven;~ ~ LXXIX~Let him imagine, when from
 7    10|    bears that verdant tree.~ ~  LXXIX~"Upon the Duke of Norfolk'
 8    11|       her wishes to content:~ ~ LXXIX~So levied in few days his
 9    12|        the flock may mount.~ ~  LXXIX~He held unsheathed that
10    13|    enchanted palace brought.~ ~ LXXIX~Of which no sooner has she
11    14|         behest would teach.~ ~  LXXIX~Upon the thought the posting
12    15|       furious to the fight.~ ~  LXXIX~Astolpho in his book had
13    16|      his need Rinaldo spied.~ ~ LXXIX~Elsewhere the paladin was
14    17|         wend, is too remote.~ ~ LXXIX~Thou mighty Lion, that art
15    18|         the wight he sought:~ ~ LXXIX~And through that evil woman'
16    19|        rest in goodly cheer.~ ~ LXXIX~On a large courser came
17    20|        the rest in slavery."~ ~ LXXIX~These speeches by Marphisa
18    22|         other pacts to make.~ ~ LXXIX~"You should have offered,
19    23|         great Hector's were.~ ~ LXXIX~"To these good arms nought
20    24|         die upon thy breast.~ ~ LXXIX~"But since to abandon thee,
21    25|      actions, spake in vain.~ ~ LXXIX~The other heard him not,
22    26|         war and common use."~ ~ LXXIX~Marphisa raised her face
23    27|      sheltered by his sword.~ ~ LXXIX~No greater were the daring
24    28|         not by reason, led.~ ~  LXXIX - LXXXIII~ (Stanzas LXXIX -
25    28|       LXXIX - LXXXIII~ (Stanzas LXXIX - LXXXIII untranslated by
26    30|     welcome would have been.~ ~ LXXIX~To find herself with written
27    31|        was broidered round.~ ~  LXXIX~Who was that champion, shall
28    32|  conducts that warlike fair.~ ~ LXXIX~As Bradamant unarms, and
29    33| Durindana, and Baiardo ride.~ ~ LXXIX~No signal they, no trumpet
30    34|         their vernal flower.~ ~ LXXIX~O'erturned, here ruined
31    35|       by that sweet glance."~ ~ LXXIX~They take their ground,
32    36|        the paynim's scathe."~ ~ LXXIX~Ah! how fair Bradamant uplifts
33    37|     cold and lifeless corse.~ ~ LXXIX~"And, for he venteth not,
34    38|         and rough with gold.~ ~ LXXIX~On the other part, without
35    39|        disorder might ensue.~ ~ LXXIX~Not yet to him have tidings
36    40|    speak, and come to blows.~ ~ LXXIX~Bold Dudon had with him
37    41|        and perhaps in force.~ ~ LXXIX~Bold Brandimart, who guides
38    42|        gates as well may be.~ ~ LXXIX~By cunning master, diligent
39    43|         thought to see anew;~ ~ LXXIX~"And that from thence he
40    44|         he reached Belgrade.~ ~ LXXIX~Where Save into dark Danube
41    45|         and to abandon hope.~ ~ LXXIX~By how much more hope fails
42    46|         Constantinople bear.~ ~ LXXIX~From Constantine that lay