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... hope and joy thy brother's bosom swell , And plumed pride , the deadly foe to fear . But Clermont's lord pronounced one faint farewel , From his dark brow he dash'd one manly tear , Omen of ill ! -then cried , " On , soldiers , on ...
... hope and joy thy brother's bosom swell , And plumed pride , the deadly foe to fear . But Clermont's lord pronounced one faint farewel , From his dark brow he dash'd one manly tear , Omen of ill ! -then cried , " On , soldiers , on ...
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... hope , till hope and life are flown . E'en now , to say thee sooth , I inly brood On fancied pleasures near the Moorish throne ; - Proud lordships and embattled towers for thee , For me , high dames , and sports and minstrelsy . " Then ...
... hope , till hope and life are flown . E'en now , to say thee sooth , I inly brood On fancied pleasures near the Moorish throne ; - Proud lordships and embattled towers for thee , For me , high dames , and sports and minstrelsy . " Then ...
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... wave , by one devouring sea , While in the vale our Paladins await , Thoughtless of ill , the o'erwhelming rush of fate . " But say , is there no hope of safety D 2 ORLANDO IN RONCESVALLES . 35 "How, if Orlando fears?' He shall ...
... wave , by one devouring sea , While in the vale our Paladins await , Thoughtless of ill , the o'erwhelming rush of fate . " But say , is there no hope of safety D 2 ORLANDO IN RONCESVALLES . 35 "How, if Orlando fears?' He shall ...
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John Herman Merivale. " But say , is there no hope of safety yet ? No buckler yet the impending blow to stay ? " " None - Roncesvalles is the fowler's net , Already cast around the unconscious prey . They know it not ; but ere the sun ...
John Herman Merivale. " But say , is there no hope of safety yet ? No buckler yet the impending blow to stay ? " " None - Roncesvalles is the fowler's net , Already cast around the unconscious prey . They know it not ; but ere the sun ...
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... hope exalted when they bled ; Your hope is faith , your promises divine . See on the grate the martyr'd Laurence spread ; Even in the flames his eyes with transport shine , And show how easy and how sweet to die , When the freed soul is ...
... hope exalted when they bled ; Your hope is faith , your promises divine . See on the grate the martyr'd Laurence spread ; Even in the flames his eyes with transport shine , And show how easy and how sweet to die , When the freed soul is ...
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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...