Canto

 1     1|         the water, where he stoop'd to drink,~And dropt the
 2     1|        others triumph, I am drown'd in woe.~And can it be that
 3     1|          this sorrowing,~And pour'd into the stream so many
 4     2|           felon, from that pilfer'd steed;~I am not wont to
 5     2|            the Maganzese,~Anselmo d'Altaripa's faithless son.~
 6     3|           streaming eyes, exclaim'd at last:~"Ah! luckless youths,
 7     5|           by fear of death dismay'd.~He had a noble brother,
 8     6|           the stripling if he cou'd:~But, witless how to give
 9     6|          of India overlaid.~Propp'd at four points, the portal
10     9|       when he has a heart possess'd~This false and cruel traitor
11     9|       mantling foliage dispossess'd~And in close flights the
12     9|           s isle; of all compress'd~By ocean's circling waves,
13     9|         his cheer.~At this dismay'd, the King of Friesland stung~
14    11|      anchor in his throat~Had fix'd, and so had dragged him
15    11|           to clothe her as he wou'd.~ ~ LXXV~But never silk
16    12|          the smallest vantage wou'd."~He ended, and his temples
17    13|         need,~A bark was with arm'd men in ambush dight,~Under
18    14|       post:~Him Baliverso, whom I'd have you know~For the worst
19    14|          he had before,~And stopp'd and loitered, where he whilom
20    14|        Seine,~Pulian and Dardinel d'Almontes meet,~With Oran'
21    16|        the bridges down,~And rank'd in line the bands of either
22    17|      himself, nor did: -- now wou'd,~Too late, inflict the punishment
23    18|      Rinaldo smiled, and said: "I'd have thee know~If I am better
24    22|           none,~The Count Anselmo d'Altaripa's son.~ ~ XLVIII~"
25    23| understood his lore;~And where he'd stop the courser, chafes
26    25|      angered sore, as best he cou'd,~Sought to avenge him of
27    33|          the eye;~The talon crook'd; rapacious is the hand;~
28    35|          marked my men with M and D appear;~ ~ V~"And, as for
29    37|            Which every woman doom'd to death and shame.~With
30    38|        that king so puissant shou'd~Exist on earth, save he
31    39|        his fall, it seemed he wou'd~Bequeath his parting soul
32    43|      never entertain~The hope she'd love me or be mine again.~ ~
33    45|           head withdrew,~And kiss'd him on both cheeks with
34    45|           if such words have pass'd between the twain,~Fast
35    46|            see,~And fair Richarda d'Este, Lo! the twain,~Blanche
36    46|            and one Guarino:~Mario d' Olvito, and of royalty~
37    46|           With spurs Orlando deck'd the youthful lord,~King