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The darksome cave they enter, where they find | Ne may a man prolong or shorten it:
That cursed man low sitting on the ground, The soldier may not move from watchful sted,
Musing full sadly in his sullen mind; Nor leave his stand until his captain bed.
His greasy locks, long growing and unbound, who life did limit by almighty doom
Disordered hung about his shoulders round, (Quoth he) knows best the terms established :
And hid his face: thro' which his hollow eyne And he that 'points the centinel in his room,
Look'd deadly dull, and stared as astound; Doth licence him depart at sound of morning
His raw-bone cheeks, through penury and pine, droom.
Were shrunk into his jaws, as he did never Is not his deed, whatever thing is done,

In heaven and earth? Did not he all create His garment, nought but many ragged clouts, To die again? All ends that was begun ; With thorns together pinn'd and patched was, Their times in his eternal book of fate

The which his naked sides he wrapp'd abouts : Are written sure, and have their certain date, And him beside there lay upon the grass

Who then can strive with strong necessity, A dreary corse, whose life away did pass,

That holds the world in his still changing All wallow'd in his own yet lukewarm blood,

state, That from his wound yet welled fresh, alas ! Or shun the death ordain'd by destiny? In which a rusty knife fast fixed stood, When hour of death is come, let none ask And made an open passage for the gushing whence, nor why. flood.

The longer life, I wote the greater sin, Which piteous spectacle, approving true The greater sin, the greater punishment; The woful tale that Trevisan had told, All those great battles which thou boasts to When as the gentle Red Cross knight did view, win, With fiery zeal he burnt in courage bold, Thro' strife, and bloodshed, and avengement, Him to avenge before his blood were cold; Now prais’d, hereafter dear thou shalt repent. And to the villain said : Thou damned wight! For life must life, and blood must blood repay. The author of this fact, we here behold, Is not enough thy evil life forespent? What justice can but judge against thee right, For he that once hath missed the right way, With thine own blood to price his blood, here The further he doth go, the further he doth shed in sight.

stray. What frantic fit (quoth he) hath thus distaught Then do no further go, no further stray, Thee, foolish man, so rash a doom to give?

But here lie down, and to thy rest betake, What justice ever other judgement taught,

Th’ill to prevent, that life ensuen may: But he should die, who merits not to live? For what hath life, that may it loved make, None else to death this man despairing drive

And gives not rather cause it to forsake? But his own guilty mind deserving death.

Fear, sickness, age, loss, labour, sorrow, strife, Is then unjust to each his due to give ? Pain, hunger, cold, that makes the heart to Or let him die, that loatheth living breath?

quake; Or let him die at ease, that liveth here uneath ? And ever fickle fortune rageth rife, Who travels by the weary wand'ring way,

And which, and thousands more, do make a

loathsome life. To come unto his wished home in haste, And meets a flood that doth his passage stay,

Thou, wretched man, of death hath greatest Is not great grace to help him over-past,

need, Or free his feet, that in the mire stick fast?

If in true balance thou wilt weigh thy state; Most envious man! that grieves at neighbour's For never knight that dared warlike deed good :

More luckless disadventures did amate: And fond, that joyest in the woe thou hast;

Witness the dungeon deep, wherein of late Why wilt not lei him pass, that long hath Thy life shut up, for death so oft did call: stood

And tho' good luck prolonged hath thy date, Upon the bank, yet wilt thyself not pass the Yet death then would the like mishaps forefood ?



Into the which hereafter thou mayst happen He there does now enjoy eternal rest, And happy ease, which thou dost want and Why then dost thou, O man of sin, desire crave,

To draw thy days forth to their last degree? And further from it daily wanderest :

Is not the measure of thy sinful hire What if some little pain the passage have, High heaped up with huge iniquity, That makes frail flesh to fear the bitter wave? Against the day of wrath, to burden thee? Is not short pain well borne, that brings long Is not enough, that to this lady mild ease,

Thou falsed hast thy face with perjury, And lays the soul to sleep in quiet grave? And sold thyself to serve Duessa vile, [61d? Sleep after toil, port after stormy seas,

With whom in all abuse thou hast thyself deEase after war, 'death after life, does greatly Is not he just that all this doth behold please.

From highest heaven, and bears an equal eye? The knight much wonder'd at his sudden wit, Shall he thy sins up in his knowledge fold, And said: The term of life is limited, And guilty be of thine impiety?


Is not his law, Let every sinner die? The which doth quench the brond of hellish
Die shall all flesh? What then inust needs be smart,
Is it not beiter to do willingly, [done, And that accurs'd hand-writing doth deface:
Than linger till the glass be all out-run [son. Arise, sir knight, arise, and leave this cursed
Death is the end of woes. Die soon, O Fairy's place.
The knight was much enmoved with this So ap he rose, and thence amounted streight;

[pierce, Which when the earl beheld, and saw his guest
That as a sword's point through his heart did Would safe depart, for all his subtle sleight,
And in his conscience made a secret breach, He chose an halter from among the rest,
Well knowing true all that he did rehearse, And with it hung himself, unbid, unblest.
And to his fresh remeinbrance did reverse But death he could not work himself thereby;
The ugly view of his deformed crimes, For thousand times he so himself had dress'd,
That all his manly pow'rs it did disperse, Yet natheless it could not do him die,
As he were charmed with inchaunted rhimes, Till he should die his last, that is eternally.
That oftentimes he quak’d, and fainted often-

In which amazement when the miscreant

Perceived him to waver weak and frail,
With trembling horror did his conscience Jant,

$ 121. Description of the Vision conjured up

by Alecto. And hellish anguish did his soul assail : To drive him to despair and quite to quail,

A MURDER'd body huge beside him stood,

Of head and right-hand both but lately spoild; He shewa him painted in a table plain, The left hand bore the head, whose visage The damned ghosts, that do in torments wail, And thousand fiends that do them endless pain, Both pale and wan, with dust and gore defild,

good With fire and brimstone, which for ever shall Yet spake, tho' dead; with those sad words the remain.

blood The sight whereof so throughly him dismay'd, Forth at his lips in huge abundance boil'da That Dought but death before his eyes he saw, Fly, Argillan, from this false camp fly far, And ever-burning wrath before him laid, Whose guide a traitor, captains murd'rers By righteous sentence of th' Almighty's law : Then 'gan the villain him to over-craw, And brought unto him swords, ropes, poison, fire,

$ 122. Image of Armida and Attendants, enAnd all that might him to perdition draw;

raged at Rinaldo's hewing down the Myrtle And bade him choose what death he would

to dissolve the Charm. desire:

[God's ire.

He lift his brand; nor car'd, though oft For death was due to him that had provok'd she pray'd, But when as none of them he saw him take, And she her form to other shape did change; He to bim raught a dagger sharp and keen, Such monsters huge, when men in dreams are And gave it in his hand; his hand did quake, laid, And tremble like a leaf of aspin green,

Oft in their idle fancies foam and range: And troubled blood thro' his pale face was seen Her body swella, her face obscure was made i To come and go; with tidings from the heart, Vanish'd her garments rich, and vestures As it a running messenger had been :

strange; At last resolv'd to work his final smart,

A giantess before him high she stands, He lifted up his hand, that back again did start. Armd, like Briareus, with an hundred Which when as Una saw, through every vein

hands : The crudied cold ran to her well

of life, With fifty swords, and fifty targets bright, As in a swoon: but soon reliev'd again, She threaten'd death, she roar’d, she cried, and Out of his band she snatch'd the cursed knife, fought : And threw it to the ground, enraged rife, Each other nymph, in armour likewise dight, And to him said; Fie, fie, faint-hearted knight! A Cyclops great became; he feard them What meanest thou by this reproachful strife?

nought, Is this the battle which thou vaunt'st to fight But on the inyrtle smote with all his might, With that fire-mouthed dragon, horrible and which groan d, like living souls to death nigh bright?


[hell, Come, come away, frail, silly, Aeshy wight,

The sky seem'd Pluto's court, the air seemd Ne lei vain words bewitch thy manly heart,

Therein such monsters roar, such spirits yell. Ne devilish thoughts dismay thy constant Lightend the heaven above, the earth below spright :

Roared aloud : that thunder'd, and this shook ! In heavenly mercies hast thou not a part? Bluster'd the tempests strong: the whirl-winds Why shouldst thou then despair, that chosen blow: art?

The bitter storm drove hail-stones in his look : Where justice grows, there grows eke greater grace,

* Rinaldo.

But yet his arm grew neither weak nor slow, Why do we labor through the arduous paths Till low to earth the wounded tree down Which lead to virtue? Fruitless were the toil, bended :

Above the reach of human feet were plac'd Nor of that fury heed or care he took, The distant summit, if the fear of death Then fled the spirits all, the charms all ended. Could intercept our passage. But in vain

His blackest frowns and terrors he assumes $123. Description of Armida's wonderful To shake the firmness of the mind, which Parrot.

knows With party-colour'd plumes, and purple That, wanting virtue, life is pain and woe; bill

That, wanting liberty, e'en virtue mourns, A wondrous bird among the rest there flew, And looks around for happiness in vain. That in plain speech sung love-lays loud and Then speak, O Sparta, and demand my life;shrill;

My heart exulting, answers to thy call, Here Leden was like human language true; And smiles on glorious fate. To live with fame So much she talk'd, and with such wit and skill, The gods allow to many! but to die That strange it seemed how much good she With equal lustre, is a blessing Heaven knew :

Selects from all the choicest boons of fate, Her feather'd fellows all stood hush to hear; And with a sparing hand on few bestows.

Dumb was the wind, the waters silent were. The gentle budding rose, quoth she, behold, That first scant peeping forth with virgin

$ 125. Leonidas's Answer to the Persian beams,

Half ope, half shut, her beauties doth unfold
In its fair leaves, and, less seen, fairer seems,

Return to Xerxes; tell him on this rock And after spreads them forth more broad and The Grecians, faithful to their post, await bold

His chosen myriads; tell him, thou hast seen Then languisheth, and dies in last extremes ;

How far the lust of empire is below Nor seems the same that decked bed and bow'r A free-born mind: and tell him, to behold Of many a lady late and paramour.

A tyrant humbled, and by virtuous death So in the passing of a day, doth pass

To seal my country's freedom, is a good

Surpassing all his boasted pow'r can give. The bud and blossom of the life of man, Nor e'er doth Aourish more; but, like the grass

$ 126. Pathetic Farewell of Leonidas to his Cut-down, becometh wither'd, pale, and wan:

Wife and Family.
Oh, gather then the rose, while time thou hast!
Short is the day, done when it scant began;
Gather the rose of Love, while yet thou Has ever known the prevalence of love,

I see, I feel thy anguish, nor my soul

E'er prov'd a father's fondness, as this hour; Loving be lov’d, embracing be embrac'd.

Nor, when most ardent to assert my fame, She ceas'd; and, as approving all she spoke, Was once my heart insensible to thee. The choir of birds their heavenly tune renew; How had it stain’d the honors of my name The turtles sigh’d, and sighs with kisses broke; To hesitate a moment, and suspend The fowls to shades unseed by pairs withdrew: My country's fate, till shameful life preferid It seem'd, the laurel chaste, and stubborn oak, By my inglorious colleague left no choice, And all the gentle trees on earth that grew, But what in me were infamy to shun,

It seem'd the land, the sea, and heaven above, Not virtue to accept! Then deem no more All breath'd out fancy sweet, and sigh’d out That, of my love regardless, or thy tears, love.

I haste uncall'd to death. The voice of fate,

The gods, my fame, my country, bid me bleed. GLOVER's LEONIDAS.

Othou dear mourner! wherefore streams afresh § 124. Leonidas's Address to his Countrymen. That flood of woe? Why heaves with sighs

renew'd -He alone

That tender breast? Leonidas must fall. Remains unshaken. Rising he displays

Alas! far heavier misery impends His godlike presence. Dignity and grace

O'er thee and these, if softend by thy tears
Adorn his frame, and manly beauty, join'd
With strength Herculean. On his aspect shines Which justice, glory, liberty, and Heaven

I shamefully refuse to yield that breath,
Sublimest virtue, and desire of fame,
Where justice gives the laurel; in his eye

Claim for my country, for my sons, and thee. The inextinguishable spark, which fires

Think on my long unalter'd love. Reflect The souls of patriots; while his brow supports E'er known a pause of love, or pious care?

On my paternal fondness. Has my heart Undaunted valor, and contempt of death. Now shall that care, that tenderness, be prov'd Serene he rose, and thus address’d the throng: Most warm and faithful. When thy husband Why this astonishment on every face,

dies Ye men of Sparta? Does the name of death For Lacedæmon's safety, thou wilt share, Create this fear and wonder? O my friends! Thou and thy children, the diffusive good.

Should I, thus singled from the rest of men; With learn'd Chaldeans trac'd the mystic Alone intrusted by th' immortal gods

sphere, With pow'r to save a people; should my soul There number'd o'er the vivid fires that gleam Desert that sacred cause, thee too I yield Upon the dusky bosom of the night. To sorrow and to shame : for thou must weep Nor on the sands of Ganges were unheard With Lacedæmon, must with her sustain The Indian sages from sequester'd bow'rs, Thy painful portion of oppression's weight. While, as attention wonder'd, they disclos'd Thy sons behold now worthy of their names, The pow'rs of nature; whether in the woods, And Spartan birth. Their growing bloom The fruitful glebe or flow'r, or healing plant, must pine

The limpid waters, or the ambient air, Ia shame and bondage, and their youthful hearts Or in the purer element of fire. Beat at the sound of liberty no more. The fertile plains where great Sesostris reiga'd, On their own virtue and their father's fame Mysterious Egypt, next the youth survey'à, When he the Spartan freedom hath confirm’d, From Elephantis, where impetuous Nile Before the world illustrious shall they rise, Precipitates his waters to the sea, Their country's bulwark and their mother's joy. Which far below receives the sevenfold stream.

Here paus'd the patriot. With religious awe Thertce o'er th’ Ionic coast he stray'd : nor Grief heard the voice of virtue. No complaint pass'd The solemn silence broke. Tears ceas'd to Miletus by, which once enraptur'd heard flow :

The tongue of Thales ; nor Priene's walls, Ceas'd for a moment; soon again to stream. Where wisdom dwelt with Bias; nor the seat For now in arms before the palace rang'd, Of Pittacus, along the Lesbian shore. His brave companions of the war demand Here too melodious numbers charm'd his ears, Their leader's presence ; then her griefs re- Which flow'd from Orpheus, and Musæus old, new'd,

And thee, O father of immortal verse, Too great for utt'rance, intercept her sighs, Mæonides, whose strains through every age And freeze each accent on her falt'ring tongue. Time with his own eternal lips shall sing. In speechless anguish on the hero's breast Back to his native Susa then he turn'd She sinks. On ev'ry side his children press, His wand'ring steps. His merit soon was dear Hang on his knees, and kiss his honor'd hand. To Hyperanthes, generous and good; His soul no longer struggles to confine And Ariana, from Darius sprung, Its strong compunction. Down the hero's With Hyperanthes, of th' imperial race cheek,

Which rul'd th' extent of Asia, in disdain Down flows the manly sorrow. Great in woe, Of all her greatness, oft an humble ear Amid his children, who enclose him round, To him would bend, and listen to his voice. He stands indulging tenderness and love Her charms, her mind, her virtue he explor'd In graceful tears, when thus, with lifted eyes, Admiring. Soon was admiration changa Address'd to Heaven: Thou ever-living Pow'r, To love, nor lov'd he sooner than despair’d. Look down propitious, sire of gods and men ! But unreveald and silent was his pain; And to this faithful woman, whose desert Nor yet in solitary shades he roam’d, May claim thy favor, grant the hours of peace. Nor shunn'd resort; but o'er his sorrows cast And thou, my great forefather, son of Jove, A sickly dawn of gladness, and in smiles O Hercules, neglect not these thy race! Conceal'd his anguish ; while the secret fame But since that spirit I from thee derive, Rag‘d in his bosom, and his peace consum'd. Now bears me from them to resistless fate, Do thou support their virtue ! Bę they taught, Like thee, with glorious labor life to grace, § 128. Ariana and Polydorus come by Night And from their father let them learu to die!

into the Grecian Camp. In sable pomp, with all her starry train,

The night resum'd her throne. Recall’d from $127. Characters of Teribazus and Ariana. war,

Her long protracted labors Greece forgets, Axnd the van of Persia was a youth Dissolv'd in silent slumber; all but those, Nam'd Teribazus, not for golden stores, Who watch'd th' uncertain perils of the dark, Not for wide pastures travers d o'er with herds, An hundred warriors: Agis was their chief. With bleating thousands, or with bounding High on the wall intent the hero sat, steeds.

As o'er the surface of the tranquil main Nor yet for pow'r, por splendid honors famid. Along its undulating breast the wind Rich was his mind in ev'ry art divine, The various din of Asia's host convey'd, And through the paths of science had he walkd In one deep murmur swelling in his ear : The votary of wisdom. In the years When, by the sound of footsteps down the When teoder down invests the ruddy cheek,

pass He with the Magi turn'd the hallow'd page Alarm'd, he calls aloud : What feet are those, Of Zoroaster; then his tow'ring soul Which bear the echoing pavement of the rock High on the plumes of contemplation soar'd, With speed reply, nor tempt your instant fate. And from the lofty Babylonian lane

He said; and thus return'd a voice unknown:

Not with the feet of enemies we come, Commiseration from the good, behold,
But crave admittance with a friendly tongue. Thou glorious leader of unconquer'd bands,
The Spartan answers : Thro' the midnight Behold, descended from Darius loins,

[broad? Th’afflicted Ariana ; and my pray'r
What purpose draws your wand'ring steps a- Accept with pity, nor my tears disdain !
To whom the stranger. We are friends to First, that I lov'd the best of human race,

By nature's hand with ev'ry virtue form’d, And to the presence of the Spartan king, Heroic, wise, adorn’d with ev'ry art, Admission we implore. The cautious chief Of shame unconscious does my heart reveal. Of Lacedæmon hesitates again :

This day in Grecian arms conspicuous clad When thus, with accents musically sweet, He fought, he fell! A passion long conceal'a A tender voice his wond'ring ear allur'd: For me, alas! within my brother's arms

O gen'rous Grecian, listen to the pray'r His dying breath resigning, he disclos'd. Of one distress'd! whom grief alone hath led -Oh I will stay my sorrows !—will forbid In this dark hour to these victorious tents, My eyes to stream before thee, and my heart, A wretched woman, innocent of fraud. Thus full of anguish, will from sighs restrain !

The Greek descending thro'th'unfolded gates For why should thy humanity be griev'd Upheld a Aaming brand. One first appear'd With my distress, and learn from me to mourn In servile garb attir'd; but near his side The lot of nature, doom'd to care and pain! A woman graceful and majestic stood; Hear then, O king, and grant my sole request, Not with an aspect rivalling the pow'r To seek his body in the heaps of slain. Of fatal Helen, or the wanton charnis

Thus to the Spartan sued the regal maid, Of love's soft queen; but such as far excell'd Resembling Ceres in majestic woe, Whate'er the lily blending with the rose When supplicant at Jove's resplendent throne, Paints on the cheek of beauty, soon to fade; From dreary Pluto, and th' infernal gloom, Such as express'd a mind which wisdom rul'd, Her lov'd and lost Proserpina she sought. And sweetness temper’d, virtue's purest light Fix'd on the weeping queen with steadfast Illumining the countenance divine;

eyes, Yet could not soothe remorseless fate, nor Laconia's chief these tender thoughts recalld: teach

Such are thy sorrows, O for ever dear! Malignant fortune to revere the good; Who now at Lacedæmon dost deplore Which oft with anguish rends the spotless My everlasting absence !—then inclin'd heart,

His head, and sigh'd ; nor yet forgot to charge And oft associates wisdom with despair. His friend, the gentle Agis, through the straits In courteous phrase began the chief humane : The Persian princess to attend and aid.

Exalted fair, who thus adorn'st the night, With careful steps they seek her lover's corse. Forbear to blame the vigilance of war, The Greeks remember'd, where by fate reAnd to the laws of rigid Mars impute

. press'd That I thus long unwilling have delay'd His arm first ceas'd to mow their legions down: Before the great Leonidas to place

And from beneath a mass of Persian slain This your apparent dignity and worth. Soon drew the hero, by his armor known.

He spake; and gently to the lofty tent To Agis' high pavilion they resort. Of Sparta's king the lovely stranger guides. Now, Ariana, what transcending pangs At Agis summons, with a mantle broad Thy soul involv'd! what horror clasp'd thy His mighty limbs Leonidas infolds,

heart! And quits his couch. In wonder he surveys But love grew mightiest; and her beauteous Th' illustrious virgin, whom his presence limbs aw'd :

On the cold breast of Teribazus, threw Her eye submissive to the ground inclin'd The grief-distracted maid. The clotted gore With veneration of the god-like man. Deform'd her snowy bosom. O'er his wounds But soon his voice her anxious dread dis- Loose flow'd her hair, and bubbling from her pelld,

eyes Benevolent and hospitable thus :

Impetuous sorrow lav'd the purple clay, Thy form alone, thus amiable and great, When forth in groans her lamentations broke: Thy mind delineates, and from all commands O torn for ever from my weeping eyes! Supreme regard. Relate, thou noble dame, Thou, who despairing to obtain her heart, By what relentless destiny compell’d, Who then most lov'd thee, didst untimely Thy tender feet the paths of darkness tread :

yield Rehearse th' afflictions whence thy virtue Thy life to fate's inevitable dart mourns.

For her who now in agony unfolds On her wan cheek a sudden blush arose, Her tender bosom, and repeats her vows Like day's first dawn upon the twilight pale, To thy deaf ear, who fondly to her own And, wrapt in grief, these words a passage Now clasps thy breast insensible and cold. broke:

Alas! do those unmoving ghastly orbs If to be most unhappy, and to know Perceive my gushing anguish Does that That hope is irrecoverably fled;

heart, If to be great and wretched, may deserve Which death's inanimating hand hath chilla,

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