Canto

 1     3| invader all Italia sacks,~His happy state alone is unoffended;~
 2     3|    excellent affection,~Their happy lieges more assurance feel,~
 3     5|       as you, above~You, am I happy in his daughter's love.'~ ~
 4     5|      much, the occasion lies;~Happy had I been born without
 5     8| pleasure overflows,~That ever happy lover did content:~But,
 6     9|        I living glady in this happy sort,~A duke by chance was
 7    10|       on his journey fared~In happy hour, and afterwards shall
 8    13|       ancient cavaliers right happy were,~Born in an age, when,
 9    13|  Which will be grafted on thy happy tree.~What of the fruitful
10    14|     such a woe;~Calling those happy that in sacred dust~Were
11    15|     Though it was noon in the happy islands, day~Had vanished
12    16|   though harder than a stone.~Happy! if, with such excellence
13    18|     blessed way of death! oh! happy fate!~For 'tis my trust,
14    19|        in tranquil guise,~The happy lovers rested in delight.~
15    20|      their flight.~ ~ XIX~"So happy was the hour, so fair the
16    21|  noble spoils are thine, what happy fruit!~Oh what a worthy
17    22|      vessel ran; she took the happy land~At last nigh Rouen;
18    22|       known,~And have so many happy days foregone.~ ~ XXXIV~
19    22|    nor night,~Nor ever know a happy hour, until~A thousand knights
20    23|   might their bridal bring to happy end.~ ~ XXVI~She purposed
21    25|    had hid his orbit sheen.~A happy man was he who fastest hied~
22    26|     on their heels they wore.~Happy was he with courser well
23    27| squadrons of the paynim race.~Happy was he who found himself
24    27|     plague, a chastening rod;~Happy, wert thou not present to
25    29|    would assay, with all that happy care,~Which so adorns and
26    29|     that the game pursue.~How happy was that other not to die!~
27    33|    Nought should as well this happy isle withhold~From lifting
28    43|    the good Rinaldo.~ ~ LV~"O happy town! whereof" (the warrior
29    44|    they could they prest,~And happy those are deemed, that nearest
30    46|   shout~And mickle haste, the happy tidings went.~Hence the
31    46|     What a blest aera! what a happy call!"~ ~ XCI~That brave