Canto

 1     5|      bosom and exulting eye.~ ~ LXXXII~Rinaldo pierces through
 2     8|    through a desert strayed.~ ~ LXXXII~Meanwhile the unhappy lover
 3     9|       scour it far and near.~ ~ LXXXII~In rout the people fly,
 4    10|       good duke, Sir Ariman.~ ~ LXXXII~"Forty-two thousand muster
 5    11|        witness was in sight.~ ~ LXXXII~That winter's remnant he
 6    12|         if the road be fair.~ ~ LXXXII~His mirror Valour bore about,
 7    13|         numbers of his host.~ ~ LXXXII~For besides horse and foot,
 8    14|        amid the rest espied;~ ~ LXXXII~Even her, to whom the eternal
 9    15|        of the enchanted foe:~ ~ LXXXII~Together with the mace he
10    16|      had proved more strong.~ ~ LXXXII~That weapon broken, he Fusberta
11    17|    hoots and laughter raise.~ ~ LXXXII~A suit of arms was prize
12    18|      fault, then made reply:~ ~ LXXXII~"Know, sir, you see my sister
13    19|    thousand looks grow pale.~ ~ LXXXII~The bosom of the first she
14    20|        light the orient wax.~ ~ LXXXII~Not yet from earth's hard
15    22| pressing peril had recourse.~ ~ LXXXII~Although three times alone
16    23|         upon a sapling hung.~ ~ LXXXII~Already distant half the
17    24|       will pierce my breast.~ ~ LXXXII~"I of our bodies cherish
18    25|      appear at such a time!~ ~  LXXXII~That true religion had the
19    26|     warred on Trojan shore.~ ~  LXXXII~Like brittle crystal, in
20    27|         disorder I provide."~ ~ LXXXII~Rodomont reined his anger,
21    30|      return for ever bar?~ ~ `  LXXXII~"Alas! alas! Rogero, that
22    31|   propitious Fortune's care.~ ~ LXXXII~Marsilius so, Sobrino so,
23    32|        to the martial maid.~ ~  LXXXII~With modest and with mirthful
24    33|        less harm than smart.~ ~ LXXXII~Rinaldo with more skill
25    34|    leaves this earthly ball.~ ~ LXXXII~He turns him back, upon
26    36|       battle, she must know;~ ~ LXXXII~And she, that every day
27    37|     nearer to his castle go!~ ~ LXXXII~"Thus husbands from their
28    38|      Africa that other book.~ ~ LXXXII~Charlemagne, at his altar,
29    39|         vext the sea before.~ ~ LXXXII~Bold Dudon's men, to whom
30    40|      flat descend the blows.~ ~ LXXXII~The flat as featly as the
31    41|      make the steed his own.~ ~ LXXXII~He seized the horse (for
32    42|       likenesses they wear.~ ~  LXXXII~The images below them in
33    43|      whence he went his way.~ ~ LXXXII~"My city, at the time whereof
34    44|         the stream in haste.~ ~ LXXXII~With many horse and foot
35    45|    worthy of each other are.~ ~ LXXXII~When Phoebus wholly under
36    46|         by whom 'twas done.~ ~  LXXXII~But when by treachery perished