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4505 24| bottom equally;~Shearing the sleeve beneath it, and the knight~ 4506 41| arm bored,~And touched him slightly in the better hand.~But 4507 33| compelled to swear.~Behold! he slights his solemn oath -- to wend,~ 4508 10| reversed among the foam and slime.~Rogero here and there the 4509 40| plied,~With arrows and with slings, the paynim band;~And sent 4510 45| the wicket to unchain,~A slip-knot Leo and his follower cast;~ 4511 41| And where the rocky hill slopes seaward most,~All drenched 4512 17| light,~Having cast off his slough, diseased and stale:~Who 4513 8| to molest~The land (no sluggard in his anger) stirred~His 4514 20| fear addressed,~And be they sluggards, idle for the rest.~ ~ 4515 6| horse bestrode,~That passing sluggishly with him did pace:~Down 4516 6| through strange and secret sluice,~Passed under sea the Virgin 4517 7| neck the youthful warrior slung.~ ~ LXXVII~Provided thus, 4518 3| he so practised and so sly~As now I tell thee, by his 4519 18| versed; but now in art found small-support,~Or rather found that it 4520 32| visit him that on a sick-bed smarted;~Nor once alone; but often 4521 29| fearful blow;~And, with skull smashed like glass, that courser 4522 18| Exclaimed, as she looked smilingly on Pride,~Through her he 4523 23| to himself more harm the smiter wrought~Than to the smitten: 4524 14| next saw farm and cabin smoking round.~ ~ LXII~Pastoral 4525 15| XVI~Quitting the port and smoother waves, they stand~To sea, 4526 10| snake unrolled,~Or where she smoothes upon a sunny height,~Her 4527 46| seem rejoiced my task is smoothly done,~And I so long a course 4528 13| full of heat~And smoke, was smouldering in the chimney nigh,~Threw 4529 32| gan raise,~Which had from snake-haired Furies pity won,~In those 4530 17| fare;~For when arrived, he sniffs about the house,~And, such 4531 34| Wind from the worm, and soak the slender line.~ ~ LXXXIX~ 4532 6| to death impell,~Thence, soaked and dripping wet, his way 4533 10| essayed to hold it down.~Sobbing some while the lovely damsel 4534 22| Fairy's reign~Was to that soberer region on his way!~Last, 4535 32| hears~The bold within its socket softly move,~Such transport 4536 27| creeps along the grassy sod;~So bear and ravening wolf 4537 3| LIII~"This chief, what time soever he shall go~Forth with his 4538 10| Dicilla good, and chaste~Sofrosina, who, as she has in had~ 4539 19| wrath the beast engage;~Love softens her, and bids from strife 4540 13| damsel fair, in sweet and softest sound,~Summing them with 4541 23| vainly grace;~As one who, soiled with every other vice,~Surpassed 4542 21| they rode,~Was broke, when Sol his hindmost wheels did 4543 37| the others she and those solemnites~Had kept away, suspecting 4544 19| In the low shed, with all solemnities,~The couple made their wedding 4545 17| questioned more of that solemnity;~-- If 'twere a wonted feast, 4546 37| Tanacro shall their wedding solemnize.~ ~ LXII~"The custom howsoever 4547 18| where a tournament~Was to be solemnized by royal hest.~To track 4548 39| sleeping the cave of yore --~SOLVITE ME, with visage so serene,~ 4549 18| the holy shrine,~Through Solyma in every place of note,~ 4550 10| dusky field, next scan,~Of Somerset's good duke, Sir Ariman.~ ~ 4551 | somewhere 4552 2| As two fierce dogs will somtimes stand at gaze,~Whom hate 4553 42| and died;~And sounds and songs of angels in the sky,~As 4554 43| matter for his tears,~A soothsayer he among his friends possest,~ 4555 34| prize.~Astrologers' and sophists' wits mid these,~And many 4556 15| squadron stout,~And chaste Sophrosina, with him shall be,~Till 4557 36| Cantelmo left,~What counsel, Sora's duke, was thine, what 4558 41| steed below.~ ~ LXXXVIII~Sorbine pursued, and with back-handed 4559 4| guest,~(And true the tale) a sorcerer, who made~Now farther, now 4560 6| Puissant and nimble, all of sorel hue;~Who was caparisoned 4561 36| untaught by me, may know:~But sorest vext sad Bradamant remains;~ 4562 16| next sore wounded is Sir Soridane;~Who had been slain as well 4563 37| been taught,~She drank what sorted with her sex; nor more~Than 4564 24| plenty spread,~Victual, well sorting with the pastoral state.~ 4565 12| thine head,~Thou brutish sot, as I behold, is bare,~If 4566 28| tongue; and still we hear~The sottish rabble all things rashly 4567 31| its oozy bed,~Well in the soundings of that stream was read.~ ~ 4568 18| to be.~ ~ LXXIV~From the south-east up-sprung so strong a breeze,~ 4569 18| flight.~The barque to a south-easter every wing~Extends, and 4570 18| sails untie:~When lo! a south-south-wester, which seemed light,~In 4571 6| the waves that rise;~For a south-wind sprang up that, far and 4572 10| The next of Dorset and Southampton's town,~Are earls; this 4573 44| the spirit, that those sovereigns bear.~Since, wholly careless 4574 19| Elmo's light,~Which (every spar was gone) descending glowed~ 4575 32| cost the watchful monarch spares:~Meanwhile sore taxes and 4576 9| with sudden fury flies,~Not sparing aught which in its course 4577 42| nail,~Escapes the unhappy sparrowhawk, half dead,~With ruffled 4578 19| Who bids them cast out spars, and veer away~A line which 4579 11| haply had the youth for Sparta sailed,~To violate the hospitable 4580 14| The Tartar monarch at the speaker flew,~And with the levelled 4581 21| offended:~But vain was not the spear-thrust of his foe,~Who bored his 4582 18| that he wrought so high the specious tale,~As manifested plainly, ' 4583 1| troubled face,~The maid spectatress of the cruel case.~ ~ LXVI~ 4584 4| scornful dame with angry mock,~Speeding her captive still towards 4585 35| cried that dame, "I ne'er~In spending life itself, not words alone,~ 4586 35| befriend.~Its savour myrrh and spikenard shall transcend.~ ~ XXV~" 4587 10| next,~This full of yellow spikes and that of must;~For ever 4588 21| chastise the deed,~Than spilling more of thine ill blood.' 4589 41| with blood,~And that he spills so much from open vein,~' 4590 25| martial gear,~-- In place of spindle, furnished with the blade --~ 4591 12| that pull~And reel from spindle-staff the matted wool?"~ ~ XL~ 4592 14| CXXIII~At one back-stroke sir Spineloccio true,~Anselmo, Prando, and 4593 45| LXXXV~And showing himself spiritless and spent,~From thence as 4594 28| sumptuous table, rich in spiritual cheer,~Had speedily bestirred 4595 24| thousands, with spontoon, bow, spit, and sling.~Lo! from the 4596 19| dread opprest.~ ~ XLVII~More spitefully the wind on the third day~ 4597 11| waves might view.~And now he splashed the sky, and dimmed the 4598 23| crystal fountain.~ ~ CVI~Splay-footed ivy, with its mantling spray,~ 4599 44| flake:~Love this may wholly splinter, ere he may~Another's beauty 4600 38| from hence, that crew~Of spoilers shall within their confines 4601 20| of weighty sums of gold~Spoiling their households ere they 4602 46| Leo, who well can play the spokesman, now~That warlike band hath 4603 3| land subdues,~And shall Spoleto's ducal crown enjoy.~Behold 4604 16| hollow Fortune thus had sported long,~She proved disastrous 4605 10| nicely dight;~Fast by, and sporting with the ripple there,~Lay, 4606 43| certain law, the form of spotted snake.~ ~ XCIX~" `So sad 4607 26| seams the restless water spout,~ ~ CXII~So, while the Tartar 4608 42| his crippled foot, save sprained,~And almost crushed; so 4609 8| Like him that makes the sprightly viol ring,~Who often changes 4610 18| mid all~The flowers of spring-tide, yellow, blue, and red,~ 4611 7| covering veil can lie.~ ~ XVI~A springe is planted in Rogero's way,~ 4612 43| pain,~Before her eyes all sprinkled-over lay~With ruddy drops, in 4613 3| should swell.~Hence many sprites she chose; but from what 4614 27| arrived, where with his spume~The horse was making his 4615 34| selected from the fleeces spun,~And mingled by that second, 4616 42| blows;~And, had it been than spungy rind more frail,~Would have 4617 19| whilom thee was wont to spurn,~With sharp repulse and 4618 43| command~(Even shouldst thou squander both) are house and land.'~ ~ 4619 28| And oft replaced their squandered treasures are.~Our travellers 4620 3| beautifies her streets and goodly squares;~ ~ XLIX~"Not that he keeps 4621 4| distant succour view,~And squat within a valley out of sight:~ 4622 23| it prest~A fourth; this squats in cavern or in wood.~Orlando, 4623 12| and tear,~Who with loud squeal and grunt is heard to pine)~ 4624 18| cavaliers and footmen such the squeeze,~That hardly can the place 4625 29| wood of cypress dight,~And squeezed, when taken from the caldron, 4626 13| with bill.~ ~ XXXIII~With squinting look and dark, and but one 4627 6| myrtle's side,~Whom he left stabled in the cool retreat,~Started 4628 7| Provided thus, he to the stables came,~And bade with bridle 4629 44| elsewhere~And merrimake and stage-play meet the eye;~And, writ 4630 18| countries through,~By easy stages and by slow, addrest,~That 4631 41| main,~He made that courser stagger, left and right,~And measure 4632 17| foe~Lost his left stirrup, staggered by the blow.~ ~ CI~They 4633 15| the pair,~He lights and staggers till he finds it; now~Uptaken 4634 46| Hence the warm blood, that stagnated about~Her heart, by her 4635 18| the gathering rabblery,~Staining the ground with thousands 4636 12| same purpose he ascends the stairs,~Having first vainly searched 4637 18| well-thonged square,~(Against whose stakes the eddying crowd is born)~ 4638 44| the Bulgars many fall,~Stalin from the hill-top to the 4639 27| to repose.~-- His courser stalled -- the board with plenteous 4640 11| by freshening run:~While stalls on either side the cave, 4641 18| And, with the faulchion, Stamford's cavalier,~Sir Anselm, 4642 19| was the salve endued)~It stanched his life-blood, and his 4643 44| afflicted warrior cried,~That stander-by o'erheard the knight complain,~ 4644 21| And told the story to the standers-by;~Nor could she cover it 4645 18| Before the bloody carnage stank to heaven;~And he, with 4646 32| on the painted walls they stare;~Albeit of meat they have 4647 10| hope to fly.~Here shall I starve; nor any one to close~My 4648 2| Pinabel his cruel durance states.~Nor finds she, though twice 4649 4| else of wit distraught,~Who statutes framed of such severity;~ 4650 36| his lance, but holds the stave suspended,~So that it shall 4651 25| into man.~ ~ LXV - LXIX~ (Stazas LXV - LXIX untranslated 4652 42| knows, observing her with steadfast view,~If she of charms or 4653 16| s treachery~Shall not so steadfastly pursue the lore,~Who, famed 4654 22| rein,~Fled at a gallop or a steady trot.~From the deep forest 4655 11| he)~"Why rather would you steal my ring away~Than have it 4656 13| my father as a bride,~By stealth he purposed to elope with 4657 41| with long paces steers~So stealthily, that none his coming hears;~ ~ 4658 32| moment's time a cloud obscure~Steams from the bottom of some 4659 25| ensued:~For Slumber came and steeped his wearied might~In balmy 4660 43| CXLV~When the sun climbed a steeper road, the knight~Ordered 4661 41| find and dainty raiment steeps~Of gentle stripling, or 4662 43| in their rear~Next leave Stellata and Figarolo,~Where his 4663 13| good.~ ~ LXXII~"Nor the step-daughter of this noble dame,~Will 4664 13| tree.~What of the fruitful stepchild shall I say,~Who in succession 4665 45| own;~ ~ III~King Lewis, stepfather of my duke's son;~Who, when 4666 33| came not to offend.~But Stephen one, the other Adriane,~ 4667 3| more justly hight~Mother or stepmother) brings new distress;~But, 4668 7| whilom so did fear.~And sternly cries, "Is this the fruit 4669 46| Him have they strewed, and stew with heaven's perfume,~Ambrosial 4670 9| He rests his lance, and sticks in his career~First one 4671 23| utterance for lament.~ ~ CXIII~Stiffed within, the impetuous sorrow 4672 31| that paynimry~But what his stiffened hair stands up on end,~Hearing 4673 37| its art,~So female fame to stifle, but that still~The honour 4674 10| or heaven preserve their stile,~Or Clotho had been moved 4675 13| string,~Or Blanche Maria, stiled of Catalonia;~Or her, the 4676 2| in his arteries time had stilled the rage~Of blood, and spake 4677 28| having power to make him stint his lore,~That paynim, stirred 4678 20| And ill-bested withal in stipend, know~That better means 4679 21| thence before~His patient's stomach should the juice digest,~ 4680 43| dead,~Since to that yoke I stooped, and pledged my vow;~When 4681 14| haste he had before,~And stopp'd and loitered, where he 4682 18| valiant Portuguese, and Stordilan.~He sends to pray the king 4683 20| till other should arrive~Of stouter hand, and him of life deprive.~ ~ 4684 17| there construct, and rustic stoves,~And carpets for the intended 4685 39| two days, while they the stragglers waft,~And, for the winds 4686 12| With part of Gascony, some straggling tower~Excepted, had reduced 4687 30| Orlando urges on, with straightening knee,~And whip and spur, 4688 29| who southward steer,~No straighter lay for Italy or Spain:~ 4689 37| There is no 'scape; for straightways of our train~Are full a 4690 33| Viscontis, steers;~And seems to straiten Alexandria's wall,~Girt 4691 43| Neither for distance nor for straitened cheer,~Which will not let 4692 15| innumerable locks, no hair~Straiter or crisper than the rest 4693 45| hand, descended,~Where, straitly bound, and without sun to 4694 16| if, from far Gibraltar's straits of yore,~And old Alcides' 4695 25| in such substance view,~Straitway the ancient flame breaks 4696 41| alone,~Laden, or light, the stranded vessel were,~He, Olivier, 4697 17| was nigh;~And there the strangest fraud together bred,~Which 4698 7| by cliff or cavern-lair,~Strangle with infant hands the crested 4699 10| LXXXVI~"The Duke of Strathforth shows the bird, who strains~ 4700 4| When the new dawn, with streaks of red and white,~Broke 4701 8| when, with golden tresses streaming-free,~The sun from rich Tithonus' 4702 14| had king Charles purveyed;~Strengthening with dyke each quarter held 4703 16| with fear,~Her voice so strengthens, and so shapes her mien,~ 4704 39| crag~Together dart, and stretch across the plain;~When they 4705 18| Upon the field the warrior strews the brain,~Which he bears 4706 44| think how to dispose; so strict his sway;~Nor, saving as 4707 38| cautious care his every stride.~Lo! the assault begins; 4708 11| succour there.~But with such strides the giant scours the plain,~ 4709 46| green age and new~Places Strigonia's crozier in his hand.~Him 4710 2| fair Bradamant assayed;~For striking on the bottom of the cell,~ 4711 25| diligent hath wreathed these strings;~Even Nature's self, the 4712 1| pricked, by that Rinaldo strode.~But fierce Ferrau, bewildered 4713 42| who whilom bore her name.~Strozza and Tebaldeo -- Anthony~ 4714 37| and -- sire and son -- the Strozzi twain;~Capello, Bembo, and 4715 44| various places are,~Of sudden structure arch and trophy high,~Whereon 4716 7| dome possessed~By that old strumpet, rode the cavalier;~And 4717 7| Wild pheasant from the stubble-field or bush.~Now where green 4718 14| in the well-dried fen or stubble-land,~Short time the stalk endures, 4719 8| gallery creeps;~Where, amid stubs upon the grassy shore,~Angelica, 4720 28| stranger youth he sees,~Studious to honour him, and bids 4721 43| his youth in flowing gown,~Studying his Ulpian: he of honest 4722 22| journeyed on his way,~Rogero stumbled upon what he sought;~For, 4723 23| unheeding what the ground,~Stumbling through woodland, or by 4724 11| Naked as born, bound to a stump, espied~A dame whose feet 4725 19| The combatants remain as stupified,~On lifting up their vizors, 4726 21| not Argaeus deem enough to sty~Me in his prison, let him 4727 2| in the stream and fire of Styx.~ ~ XLIII~"Each polished 4728 3| first fair Umbria's land subdues,~And shall Spoleto's ducal 4729 21| met her fate;~But lived subjected to his bitterest hate.~ ~ 4730 43| chaste in name and deed; subjoining how~The virtue that mankind 4731 32| excuse.~ ~ XXX~But then subjoins the Gascon cavalier~How 4732 17| a fearful shower,~At the sublime and royal house's gate.~ 4733 14| unclose.~Himself in the submissive lion feigns~The haughty 4734 1| Then to the maid he goes submissively,~With gentle blandishment 4735 24| every stir~Of least desire, submits, without a blow;~That arms, 4736 8| from thence and England, subsidies~Of men was seeking, for 4737 3| gloom,~Its splendour lit the subterraneous room.~ ~ XV~Whether it be 4738 18| to Damascus go,~And in a suburb, of the city clear,~Are 4739 18| discerned,~Conqueror towards her suburb-inn returned.~ ~ CXX~Sansonnet 4740 3| make my sketch complete,~Succinctly clad, like courier, goes 4741 15| little care.~Then, having sucked their brains and life-blood 4742 2| might I speed~With thee each sucker of thy cursed seed!"~ ~ 4743 30| allay;~And Mandricardo, sucking from her eyes~Those sweet 4744 32| which circled in its veins,~Sucks in the welcome rain, and 4745 21| opprest?~Thus by the woman's suddenness constrained,~He had no time 4746 17| the grease,~And with the suet all his members pay,~Until 4747 15| fought,~Wherein so many sufferers met their fate,~This haply 4748 34| another then his flying steed~Sufficiently with goodly forage cheer.~ 4749 10| balance is bespoke~The Duke of Suffolk; and Northumbria's Earl~ 4750 24| phrensied rage,~By universal suffrage of the wise:~And albeit 4751 13| sprung from opportunity,~Suggested by that solitary shore;~ 4752 16| embrace.~ ~ X~She, after suiting with much suavity~The action 4753 17| fled.~Gryphon remained, and sullied with the scorn~Esteemed 4754 8| made Roland, Brava's vaunt,~Sully his wholesome judgment and 4755 41| so contented,~With their sulphureous veins and liquid rills,~ 4756 13| his gold;~By whom I to the sultan shall be sold."~ ~ XXXII~ 4757 38| dreaded danger from the sultry blast;~ ~ XXXII~And having 4758 34| a dame of hoary hair.~On summer-day thus village wife we view,~ 4759 34| beat~The winter's rain and summers scorching heat.~ ~ VIII~ 4760 20| the land and welkin roar;~Summoning thus their chieftain to 4761 37| his hands.~ ~ XCI~He on a sumpter horse the prisoner sent~ 4762 27| loaded barge,~Was laid on sumpter-horse or ready wain;~And sent, 4763 15| hammer made.~On him, like sumpter-nag he laid the load,~In triumph 4764 3| flame.~So that although no sun-beam pierced the gloom,~Its splendour 4765 41| Icarus drew~Of yore his sun-burned sicklemen to cheer,~And 4766 10| rays, which imitate the sunshine, fill~All round about with 4767 10| LIX~What gives to them superiority~O'er every other sort of 4768 44| for to touch a blest~And supernatural thing believes the band.~ 4769 11| by a vain~And miserable superstition stung,~Esteemed such holy 4770 17| And knows that he must supperless remain,~Lucina guilty of 4771 40| age,~Such as in green and supple youth whilere.~They own 4772 19| made of wax, survey;~Which supplicants from far and near enshrine,~ 4773 13| Illustrious houses with supporting hand.~ ~ LXVI~"Thy race, 4774 28| sincere,~With ready instances, supports his creed;~Showing there 4775 5| But judge, alas! with what supremacy~He ruled my heart, how absolute 4776 23| Lay wounded, and was here supremely blest.~Orlando here, with 4777 24| louder on the beach the surf is heard:~The crowd, increasing 4778 10| unmeasured-beast appears,~Half surging and half hidden, in such 4779 11| XLIX~But as the usage is of surly bear,~By sturdy Russ or 4780 5| hers I am assured; of no surmises,~Vain, worthless words, 4781 18| brother's coming waxes red,~Surmising well he of his case has 4782 44| head o'ertops the foot, surmount;~Why would I Aymon should 4783 44| untrue,~O my Rogero, and surrender me~To a new hope, a new 4784 9| Friesland's king agreed,~Surrendered, as they vowed, my vassal 4785 28| less than thee;~But here, surrounded by so many eyes,~Is neither 4786 17| pricked, with his array,~Surveying, here and there, the whole 4787 42| life he made.~Sobrino yet survived; but little light~The wounded 4788 45| chose,~In mode, that none suspect the youth's disguise:~To 4789 27| the subtle knave whilere~Suspected as the author of that feat,~ 4790 13| XXIII~"Almonio, who in this suspects no ill,~Forthwith, before 4791 25| often ill.~ ~ III~'Twas now, suspending all their hostile rage,~ 4792 23| XVIII~Here standing in suspense, by chance she spied~A churl, 4793 35| On Bradamant the knight's suspicions fall.~ ~ LXV~To think 'twas 4794 17| sight of that terrific face sustains!~But if fear shook him, 4795 15| His arms and breast he swaddled in such guise,~He could 4796 46| Inscribed upon the baby's swaddling clothes.~By the hand him 4797 27| nor yet yawning ditch, or swamp,~Wood, rock, or rugged cliff, 4798 22| outright,~Lest by the billows swampt his frigate be,~And he, 4799 37| singing, like harmonious swan,~And even to heaven uplifts 4800 9| wrong, to whom I fealty sware,~And had my solemn word 4801 40| portion of those Aethiops swart,~Ordered in equal bands 4802 6| upon the bark,~As juice is sweated by the sapling-spray,~New-severed, 4803 42| many a loathsome loop,~Who sweats at once with heat and quakes 4804 10| but to assist him wend~The Swede and Norse, and succours 4805 40| length a surge the pinnace sweeps and swallows,~And wave on 4806 43| bids him steer;~Who never swerving from his course, espies~ 4807 24| myrtle grove.~ ~ LXII~As the swift-footed dog, who does espy~Swine 4808 8| disgrace,~And turns towards the swiftly-footed foe,~Whom he sees wield 4809 16| Sir Rinaldo red Fusberta swings.~Nor tempered steel is there, 4810 33| broken, by the faithless Swiss betrayed,~He, that his royal 4811 17| you, ye men of France,~And Switzers, turn your steps elsewhere , 4812 34| said,~With cheers with fury swolen) nor would refrain~From 4813 34| meaning sought;~Formed of swollen bladders here a hill did 4814 2| marks the foe~He hears him swooping near, and feels the blow.~ ~ 4815 16| stay."~Nor from its aim the sword-stroke wandered wide,~Though from 4816 40| Rogero lay~Sir Dudon in few sword-strokes to have slain.~Yet never 4817 42| With half a shield and swordless, through his mail,~Sore 4818 19| LXVI~A dame, as the Cumean sybil gray,~Or Hector's ancient 4819 29| Had he been born on hot Syene's site,~Or sands where worship 4820 34| Which Constantine to good Sylvester made.~ ~ LXXXI~A large provision, 4821 Int| left it.~This is a brief synopsis of Boiardo's work, omitting 4822 45| the ground.~The Lydian, Syracusan, Samian show~This truth, 4823 33| city turned,~Wherein the Syren's body lies inurned.~ ~ 4824 36| Which overright the sandy Syrtes lies.~Where, having given 4825 21| he the force of healing syrup scanned;~And promised him 4826 42| distance pitch,~I' the middle, tables for the festive treat.~Whence 4827 41| calls aloud to shift the tack,~To strike or jibe the yard; 4828 41| XII~In the strained tackle sounds a hollow roar,~Wherein 4829 39| Wondrous, that they with tackling of their own,~Are found 4830 3| cold annoy,~Where Indus, Tagus, Nile, or Danube gleams;~ 4831 33| their long and knotted tails are rolled.~ ~ CXXI~The 4832 30| LX~Whate'er that sword takes-in it shears outright,~And 4833 25| heard at most~As we great talkers hear, who little do:~But 4834 6| valiant champion, paid:~They talking thus the bridge and river 4835 18| their backs upon the foe.~Taller than all William of Burnwich 4836 26| And if their semblance tallied with their might.~"Is there, 4837 29| Isabel,~Enamoured him, so tamed his haughty mind;~And, though 4838 26| recollects and rite,~By which he tames the rebel fiends; and one~ 4839 28| distant would Paris deem~Than Tanais another would esteem;~ ~ 4840 33| with water than with blood,~Tanarus purples wide Po's ample 4841 37| weakened, lies~The virtue, wont Tancaro to sustain~Above that flood 4842 46| XIX~Joys Victor Fausto; Tancred joys to view~My sail; and 4843 30| With labour sore, this tangle to undo;~Nor only cannot 4844 19| your security,~I will all tangles in such manner loose,~As 4845 14| sovereign's friend.~So (late Tanphirion's) Almonsilla's crew,~To 4846 36| filled the page~With Atreus', Tantalus', Thyestes' rage!~ ~ IX~ 4847 18| head,~Blood issues from the tap-hole, with a rill~Of wine; and 4848 25| laurel they descry,~Nor tapering cypress, ash, nor spreading 4849 44| the streets appear,~And tapestried all about with gorgeous 4850 15| now the golden Chersonese;~Taprobana with Cori next, and sees~ 4851 40| when lit sulphur, pitch and tar from side~And poop and prow 4852 22| Came at some interval, with tardier speed.~ ~ LXXXI~With the 4853 30| praise or blame regard~Such tardiness to punish and reward.~ ~ 4854 27| grain lies tangled with the tare.~ ~ CXX~"Why has not bounteous 4855 20| there founded near~The sea, Tarentum's city, as I hear.~ ~ XXII~" 4856 12| many slain.~For neither targe nor head-piece good defends,~ 4857 16| that descending brand;~But targets, some of oak and some of 4858 13| gates to courtesy.~If he by Taro, and in Naples' reign,~(' 4859 29| commend.~Whose death drove Tarquin from his royal seat;~And 4860 33| sight --~Then, leaves he Tarragon behind him far,~Upon his 4861 17| Adda and Mella, Ronco and Tarro stray.~ ~ V~Now God permits 4862 28| comrades ascertain,~Here tarrying for a month, and there for 4863 1| gay,~In India, Median, and Tartarian land,~Westward with her 4864 43| Ordained for different tasks, the steps of those;~Who 4865 5| golden net,~Shaded with tassels of vermillion round,~Mimicking 4866 46| note,~And Tryphon Gabriel, Tasso more remote.~ ~ XVI~Upon 4867 41| fury blows,~Scourges with tattered sail the reeling mast:~Almost 4868 24| next the surcoat, but in tatters, found;~That, in a hundred 4869 23| ceaseless chase,~Pursues with taunt and curses manifold.~What 4870 10| warrior throws,~Though to her taunts Rogero nought replies,~Who 4871 10| wing.~Who lodges, housed in tavern every night,~As best as 4872 31| with slanderous speech~Thou taxest me with aught in knighthood' 4873 30| champion may succeed;~And teaches every sleight he has assaid:~-- 4874 18| recompense enough impart,~Teaching me how your wishes to content."~-- " 4875 43| viewing the two castles of Tealdo,~Again his head uplifts 4876 5| the monarch, heard with tearless eye.~But, above all the 4877 42| bore her name.~Strozza and Tebaldeo -- Anthony~And Hercules -- 4878 23| to end,~Rather than by my tediousness offend.~ ~ 4879 10| and the winter shoot,~And teem with beauteous blossom and 4880 20| fear~The women turned to teeming wives began~Lest they in 4881 1| by flock.~For this earth teems, and freshening water flows,~ 4882 27| youthful queen,~What time the tell-tale sun was under ground,~He, 4883 41| and replied:~" `Tis sure temerity and madness sheer~Moves 4884 46| Than in mid winter the tempestrous main~Flings down his shield, 4885 40| the sailor's weal, when tempests rise,~'Twixt Vulcan's lofty 4886 5| unhappy passion is renewed,~Tenacious still of life, and buds; 4887 31| An offering to its lovely tenant's spirit;~And thou in thy 4888 19| crew~Of murderous women tenanted that shore,~Which, by their 4889 36| chased,~They, at his bidding, tenderly embraced.~ ~ LXIX~Marphisa 4890 31| with love opprest,~His tenderness him wholly overcame;~And 4891 1| smile upon his pain~Who tenders what he has with humble 4892 37| camp, to Arles the other tends,~Again embrace the lovers, 4893 21| when I~Am parted from this tenement of clay,~Perceive that he 4894 46| Besides that by your edict's tenor none~But him can to the 4895 38| down thousands, where he tens should write;~The better 4896 26| has pight.~ ~ XXXVI~The TENTH, in writing, on his back 4897 46| Leoniceno,~Panizzato, Celio, and Teocreno.~ ~ XV~Bernardo Capel, Peter 4898 26| raised, might they renew~And terminate their deadly strife by blows.~ 4899 26| Which by himself should terminated be)~Yet with Rogero's earnest 4900 18| she her brand~Puts up, and terminates the cruel fight;~And to 4901 37| proceed,~So that she cut his terms of waiting short;~Nor does 4902 17| door,~The sight of that terrific face sustains!~But if fear 4903 24| Woman, or child, or him he terrifies,~Witless of warfare; not 4904 33| would abandon light,~The terrifying bugle ceased to bray;~-- 4905 23| more.~Waiting him, in that territory stay:~But, after that, would 4906 45| Oh! how above all other terrors, weighed~The fear, that 4907 24| inclined;~Placing, from ancient Testament and new,~Women, as in a 4908 26| Francis of Pescara names the text;~Alphonso, hight of Guasto, 4909 32| the bed,~Armed as she is, th4e grieving damsel throws,~ 4910 34| pestilent disdain,~Because of Thamar; countless is the horde~ 4911 16| cried, "My lords, you should thanksgiving yield,~With lifted hands, 4912 19| the beast and bird,~Like Theban Creon, let their worst be 4913 3| sorceries and magic wiles.~In thefts and cheats Brunello is as 4914 | thereby 4915 43| bade her have and hold:~Thereto he added, `Thinkest thou 4916 27| beseemed a warrior and a maid:~Thermodoon haply witnessed Hippolyte~ 4917 34| merits heavier pain;~To Theseus and to Jason this is known,~ 4918 30| hue,~Those others often on Thessalian plain.~The beamy lances, 4919 15| Or in thine isle, France, Thessaly, or Spain.~Nor great Octavius 4920 46| swarm on either pier~Of the thick-crowded harbour, I descry.~All seem 4921 16| XXI~When he was known the thickening crowd among,~By the strange 4922 14| fell;~The narrow place and thickly-swarming crew~Make the wide-circling 4923 14| divine,~With the intent to thieve his silver shrine.~ ~ IX~ 4924 3| Agramant of Africa a ring.~Thieved from an Indian queen by 4925 7| the face, and white,~And thinly clothed with hair Alcina' 4926 33| the monarch stay,~Whose thinner files his hostile army face.~ 4927 12| wheel;~And where the armour thinnest was, and where~The meeting 4928 3| hell.~And work such evil, thinning with the sword~Who in Ausonia' 4929 14| in any way,~And near two thirds were now already dead,~The 4930 38| there be gain, ye know, Late thirty-two,~Your vassal kings, with 4931 15| they discern~The land of Thomas; here the pilot veers~His 4932 37| natural height.~ ~ V~Not only Thomyris and Harpalice,~And who brought 4933 42| forest here and there;~By thorniest valley and by roughest hill,~ 4934 12| discerned in front,~Of thorns and underwood a bristly 4935 33| course had run;~And made for thorny thicket, wet or dry,~Tree, 4936 23| And here was standing, thoughtful and in pain~To whom he should 4937 34| Armenian bleed,~Backed by the Thracians' and Cilicians' aid~And 4938 22| Destroys, and frees his thralls from prison-cell.~Bradamant 4939 3| their ill design,~Shall thrash the Romans' pride who overbear;~ 4940 26| Prudence like his who won Thrasymenae~And Trebbia's field, with 4941 17| their food.~The bones which Thrasymene and Trebbia fill,~And Cannae, 4942 43| and fear~Are joined the threatnings of the signs above,~How 4943 39| full of discontent,~In that three-fourths had perished by the foe.~ 4944 34| And drive before me their three-headed hound."~ ~ VI~He speedily 4945 17| gallants ride~By twos and threes, or singly, to the fray.~ 4946 42| buckler, tempered corslet thrills,~And solid helm; then needs 4947 33| they set the mulberry's thriving shoot~There, whence they 4948 36| crimson hue,~And his heart throbs, nor knows he what to do.~ ~ 4949 17| long hunger lean.~ ~ CXXXI~Thronging about the ignoble car, appear~ 4950 45| his follower cast;~And, throttled by the noose, he breathes 4951 33| lake,~Or Norsine grot, throught subject Demons' might,~Was 4952 10| succours are conveyed~From Thule, and the farthest Iceland' 4953 11| pursue,~That bore Cymosco's thunder-bolt away;~And this had in the 4954 3| sounded at your touch the thunderer's praise,~What time the 4955 3| succeeded by an equal heir!~He, thwarting with just cause their ill 4956 36| With Atreus', Tantalus', Thyestes' rage!~ ~ IX~Barbarian! 4957 18| plants by thousands fill;~Thyme, marjoram, crocus, rose, 4958 17| hand:~Corimbo named and Thyrsis was the pair;~Both overturned 4959 12| the magic palace she~Had ticed so far, that she no more 4960 34| lapfulls in his vest~The tickets that the different names 4961 33| where vext Adria pours her tides,~Po, between Alp and Apennine, 4962 9| XC~And thus, when of the tidesway he was clear,~And in the 4963 3| civil rage~Of the rebellious Tideus and his horde;~Whose infantine 4964 46| XVI~Upon me Nicholas Tiepoli~And Nicholas Ammanio fix 4965 33| too returns, but keeps a tighter rein,~Nor over Italy, as 4966 39| And hands and feet more tightly they constrain:~He shakes 4967 20| Letters and arts; another tills the plain:~One serves in 4968 17| Had vanished from the tilt-yard one by one.~The others, 4969 36| Love with burning dart,~Tilting this while at one and the 4970 33| that impious horde.~ ~ ~ I~Timagoras, Parrhasius, Polygnote,~ 4971 33| Protogenes, renowned Apollodore,~Timanthes, and Apelles, first of note,~ 4972 20| news~I know of her whose timeless death you mourn;~But to 4973 46| almost dead,~Was only by his timely aid relieved;~And this he 4974 42| tree;~And, Benedeo's pride, Timotheus hight.~Between his banks, 4975 13| struck its root.~ ~ LXX~"As tin by silver, brass by gold, 4976 23| block,~Into the sky, in tiny fragments sped.~Wo worth 4977 15| Argonauts put forth, and Tiphys new~Opening, till now an 4978 28| chamber-door,~And, upon tiptoes, softly paced the floor.~ ~ 4979 43| of long lament she never tires;~Nor she, for mass or service 4980 18| the hand of Death and of Tisiphone:~For that 'twas verily Marphisa, 4981 17| grace, a vest, with noblest tissue gay,~The Syrian king subjoined, 4982 23| pathway plain,~Hither and tither, blinded by his fear;~And 4983 33| divine,~Bastiano, Raphael, Titian, who (as they~Urbino and 4984 29| those first arrived the titles plain~Are written, and their 4985 2| I say; I add not, I,~A tittle to the tale; yet scarcely 4986 11| flying Galataea, not so fair,~Tityrus and Melibaeus, with your 4987 7| with swoln and poisonous toad.~Her the two damsels to 4988 42| Lord,~Dispatched, as to Tobias's aid whilere,~A medicine 4989 24| make the faulchion mine today;~And to its just possession 4990 29| heavier pain and trouble, toiled ashore.~ ~ XLIX~Along the 4991 7| forget: who evermore,~Mid toilsome pain and care, her cherished 4992 14| supplied.~ ~ XIV~They of Toledo and of Calatrave,~Who erst 4993 18| till their last hour be tolled,~That Love should warm their 4994 15| fare,~He is to Memphis' tombs already near, --~Memphis 4995 3| the live spirit, in clear tones that thrill,~Addressed the 4996 14| men take more~Than monkish tonsure at the warrior's hands:~ 4997 2| tempest's fury grew,~That topmast-high the flashing waters flew.~ ~ 4998 37| With a tall tower, upon its topmost pitch.~Fearlessly thither 4999 30| Which much they shake and topsy turvy turn.~ ~ XXIV~A seely 5000 46| sisters, cousinhood;~Them of Torello, Bentivoglio,~Pallavigini' 5001 39| holds), with anger burns;~Torments himself and mourns in his 5002 33| The harpies fly toward the torrid zone;~Nor light until they 5003 6| bloated face;~Who a slow tortoise for a horse bestrode,~That 5004 18| galley light;~From Tripoli to Tortosa shapes her way,~And so to