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... ground , Waking from death's long sleep unbodied ghosts ; Then deep mysterious converse hold , till sound Of earliest cock dispersed the shadowy hosts : So Turpin writes , and , if you doubt the tale By me affirm'd , let Turpin's words ...
... ground , Waking from death's long sleep unbodied ghosts ; Then deep mysterious converse hold , till sound Of earliest cock dispersed the shadowy hosts : So Turpin writes , and , if you doubt the tale By me affirm'd , let Turpin's words ...
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... ground Give signal of the Moorish chivalry . Twice more the sun must walk his daily round And bathe his forehead in the Gascon sea , Ere yet the tallest Pagan spear shall show Its glittering point to the devoted foe . Who wakes in ...
... ground Give signal of the Moorish chivalry . Twice more the sun must walk his daily round And bathe his forehead in the Gascon sea , Ere yet the tallest Pagan spear shall show Its glittering point to the devoted foe . Who wakes in ...
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... ground ; " And thither Anselm , Sansonetto , haste ; Gualtier and youthful Baldwin too are there , Astolpho , and the gentle Berlinghier . Above , below , around , on every side , They cast their eager and inquiring eyes ; But void and ...
... ground ; " And thither Anselm , Sansonetto , haste ; Gualtier and youthful Baldwin too are there , Astolpho , and the gentle Berlinghier . Above , below , around , on every side , They cast their eager and inquiring eyes ; But void and ...
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... ground . " Thus said , he once more vaulted on his steed , And loud exclaim'd , " Now for our treacherous foes ! " But , when he saw his comrades doom'd to bleed , Some tender tears of human pity rose . →→→ " Ah vàle accurst ! " he ...
... ground . " Thus said , he once more vaulted on his steed , And loud exclaim'd , " Now for our treacherous foes ! " But , when he saw his comrades doom'd to bleed , Some tender tears of human pity rose . →→→ " Ah vàle accurst ! " he ...
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... ground : The Christians felt the gathering storm draw near , But not a hero's cheek was blanch'd with fear . Up the steep heights the Christian warriors strain , Firm and unbroken o'er the rugged ground , Nor heed the Moorish darts ...
... ground : The Christians felt the gathering storm draw near , But not a hero's cheek was blanch'd with fear . Up the steep heights the Christian warriors strain , Firm and unbroken o'er the rugged ground , Nor heed the Moorish darts ...
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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...