Canto

 1     5|      what I shall display."~ ~ LXXXV~So moved the king the grave
 2     8| attendant's service willed.~ ~ LXXXV~And to pass every where,
 3     9|    crown belonged of right.~ ~ LXXXV~She who had thither good
 4    10|     The Duke of Rothsay he!~ ~ LXXXV~"Behold the Earl of Huntley'
 5    12|        fall flat to ground.~ ~ LXXXV~He ceased not his ensanguined
 6    14|       notary, and advocate.~ ~ LXXXV~Her Michael calls to him,
 7    15|       borne his mouth away:~ ~ LXXXV~Yet pleased Astolpho had
 8    16|     reversed upon the mead.~ ~ LXXXV~What time, without, in such
 9    17|       of illustrious stock.~ ~ LXXXV~At open barriers, one by
10    18|  vouched with whom he came.~ ~ LXXXV~Aquilant had in Antioch
11    19|      water slaked by spell.~ ~ LXXXV~At the end of the career,
12    20|    above a hundred strong.~ ~  LXXXV~Toward the other gate Sir
13    22|       in Gryphon's thought.~ ~ LXXXV~It rent and tore the veil
14    23|      or more holding tongs.~ ~ LXXXV~How can the Saracen conclude
15    24|         as a lesser curse."~ ~ LXXXV~I think not these last words
16    25|    hence, and nothing said!~ ~ LXXXV~He, having thought on many
17    26|      which we to-day begun.~ ~ LXXXV~"We made a truce, thou knowest,
18    27|       naked horse conveyed.~ ~ LXXXV~Marphisa, whom these cries,
19    28|      aught his former lore.~ ~ LXXXV~Having stopt further question
20    30|       to return was bound.~ ~  LXXXV~The comfort that Hippalca'
21    31|        of the paynims fled.~ ~ LXXXV~Those whom Rinaldo, whom
22    32|    gentle knight had freed.~ ~ LXXXV~"Sir Tristram and his lady
23    33|    spreading pinions shook.~ ~ LXXXV~Perhaps it was a bird; but
24    34| quantity he here surveyed.~ ~  LXXXV~Some waste on love, some
25    37|     the tyrant's hest obey.~ ~ LXXXV~"And I will add, moreover, '
26    38|    heaven his earnest look.~ ~ LXXXV~This done, they seek that
27    39|       with life-blood warm.~ ~ LXXXV~Him, that to save his life
28    41|        had cleft him clean.~ ~ LXXXV~No more in arms can trust
29    42|        on that town bestow.~ ~ LXXXV~The pair that such desirous
30    43|        virtue may be tried.~ ~ LXXXV~"With such persuasions,
31    44|   Constantine and Leo more.~ ~ LXXXV~He spurs Frontino, that
32    45|    takes again his unicorn;~ ~ LXXXV~And showing himself spiritless
33    46|       pencil never wrought.~ ~ LXXXV~Here the three Graces in