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... fire Blazed from yon western heaven , in crimson dyed— Orlando , stay ! with screeches loud and dire The deadly raven at my casement cried ; And , when I woke , the spectre of thy sire , Of Milo , Clermont's lord , was at my side ...
... fire Blazed from yon western heaven , in crimson dyed— Orlando , stay ! with screeches loud and dire The deadly raven at my casement cried ; And , when I woke , the spectre of thy sire , Of Milo , Clermont's lord , was at my side ...
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... fires enkindled there , But breathed a solemn stillness o'er his mind , ( That mood the gifted sage is said to share When inspiration leaves the sense behind , ) Recalling every sigh , and sad farewel , And boding tear of his loved ...
... fires enkindled there , But breathed a solemn stillness o'er his mind , ( That mood the gifted sage is said to share When inspiration leaves the sense behind , ) Recalling every sigh , and sad farewel , And boding tear of his loved ...
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... fire : The form he clasps is cold as frozen snow ; The couch he presses is the funeral pyre ; The sounds , faint struggling those pale lips between , " Take thy first bride , thy murder'd Florisene ( 3 ) ! " With horror wild , he bursts ...
... fire : The form he clasps is cold as frozen snow ; The couch he presses is the funeral pyre ; The sounds , faint struggling those pale lips between , " Take thy first bride , thy murder'd Florisene ( 3 ) ! " With horror wild , he bursts ...
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... fire , As he already shames our mean attire . ” So spake he , jesting : but the ingenuous youth , Who , erst , Orlando's best loved page had been , And served with matchless constancy and truth , Advanced with modest blush yet manly ...
... fire , As he already shames our mean attire . ” So spake he , jesting : but the ingenuous youth , Who , erst , Orlando's best loved page had been , And served with matchless constancy and truth , Advanced with modest blush yet manly ...
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... fires his royal nest : Treason hath writ in blood Orlando's name , And Hell is busy with the coming feast.- Go , wake yon eagle ! for the toils are spread , And the proud fowler marks him for the dead . " Thus said , he sprang into his ...
... fires his royal nest : Treason hath writ in blood Orlando's name , And Hell is busy with the coming feast.- Go , wake yon eagle ! for the toils are spread , And the proud fowler marks him for the dead . " Thus said , he sprang into his ...
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Orlando in Roncesvalles: A Poem, in Five Cantos (Classic Reprint) J. H. Merivale No preview available - 2017 |
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Aldabelle ancient Anglante's Anjolin Archbishop of Rheims arms Astaroth Astolpho Aymon Baldwin banner battle of Roncesvalles Berlinghier blast blood Boyardo and Ariosto brave breast brother canto Charlemagne Charles chief Christian Clermont's lord corse courser cried dæmon dark death Dieu dread Durendal Durindana E'en enchanter estoit eternal eyes faith fatal fate fear fight fixt Fontarabia France gallant Ganellon Ginguené Gualtier hath heart Heaven hell honour hope Hor sarà horn host hour Huon of Bordeaux hypocras king knight lance light Malagigi Marca Hispanica mark'd Marsilius Marsilius Ficinus Milo Montalban's Moorish Morgante mortal mountain noble o'er Oliver Olivier Orlando Orlando Furioso Pagan Paladins Paynim peace poem Poictiers pride proud Pulci reader return'd Rinaldo Roland romance Saragossa's seem'd sight Sobrarbe solemn soul sound spirit stanza steed swift sword tears thee thine thou throne traitor treason Turpin vale vengeance warrior wonder xxvii
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Page 99 - Others apart sat on a hill retired, In thoughts more elevate, and reason'd high Of providence, foreknowledge, will, and fate, Fix'd fate, free will, foreknowledge absolute, And found no end, in wandering mazes lost.
Page xvi - Plautus whom he confesses to have been reading not long before, next, to correct him only, and let so many more ancient fathers wax old in those pleasant and florid studies without the lash of such a tutoring apparition ; insomuch that Basil teaches how some good use may be made of " Margites," a sportful poem, not now extant, writ by Homer ; and why not then of " Morgante," an Italian romance much to the same purpose...
Page 125 - Ma io senti' sonare un alto corno , Tanto ch'avrebbe ogni tuon fatto fioco, Che contra se la sua via seguitando Dirizzò gli occhi miei tutti ad un loco. Dopo la dolorosa rotta, quando Carlo Magno perde la santa gesta, Non sonò sì terribilmente Orlando. Poco portai in là...
Page 96 - Lo di e' han detto a' dolci amici addio; E che lo nuovo peregrin d'amore Punge, se ode squilla di lontano, Che paia '1 giorno pianger che si muore: Quand' io incominciai a render vano L'udire, ed a mirar una dell'alme Surta, che l'ascoltar chiedea con mano.
Page 82 - Twas now the hour when fond desire renews To him who wanders o'er the pathless main, Raising unbidden tears, the last adieus Of tender friends, whom fancy shapes again; When the late parted pilgrim thrills with thought Of his lov'd home, if o'er the distant plain, Perchance, his ears the village chimes have caught, Seeming to mourn the close of dying day.
Page 97 - They may soon reach another hemisphere, because every thing tends to its centre ; in like manner, as by a divine mystery, the earth is suspended in the midst of the stars ; here below are cities and empires, which were ancient. The inhabitants of those regions were called Antipodes. They have plants and animals as well as you, and wage wars as well as you.
Page 126 - O for a blast of that dread horn, On Fontarabian echoes borne, That to King Charles did come, When Rowland brave, and Olivier, And every paladin and peer, On Roncesvalles died...
Page 99 - And found no end, in wandering mazes lost Of good and evil much they argued then, Of happiness and final misery, Passion and apathy, and glory and shame, Vain wisdom all, and false philosophy...
Page 116 - Alda his wife shall join him in paradise. ' Bright with eternal youth and fadeless bloom Thine Aldabella thou shalt behold once more, Partaker of a bliss beyond the tomb With her whom Sinai's holy hills adore, Crown'd with fresh flowers, whose colour and perfume Surpass what Spring's rich bosom ever bore — Thy mourning widow here she will remain, And be in Heaven thy joyful spouse again.
Page xv - Ciceronianisms, and had chastised the reading, not the vanity, it had been plainly partial, first, to correct him for grave Cicero, and not for...