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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: 1 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 changiog All wallow'd in his own yet lukewarm blood, I 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 njust 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 inake, 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,

| And which, and thousands more, do make a Who travels by the weary wand'ring way,

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 jovest in the woe thou hast;

Witness the dungeon deep, wherein of late Why wilt not let 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 fore flood ?

fall He there does now enjoy eternal rest,

Into the which hereafter thou mayst happen And happy ease, wbich 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, [hird? Sleep after toil, port after stormy seas, With whom in all abuse thou hast thyself de case after war, dealn antet mie, does greaty is not he just that all this doth behold please.

From highest heaven, and bears an equal gye? 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 better 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

times. In which amazement when the miscreant

FAIRFAX's TASSO. Perceived him to waver weak and frail,

| $ 121. Description of the Vision conjured up With trembling horror did his conscience cant,

by Alecto. And hellish anguish did his soul assail :

A MURDER'd body huge beside him stood, To drive him to despair and quite to quail,

| Of head and right-hand both but lately spoil'd; He shewa him painted in a table plain,

The left hand bore the head, whose visage The damned ghosts, that do in torments wail,

good And thousand fiends that do them endless pain,

Both pale and wan, with dust and gore defild, 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 sought 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, 199. Image of Armida and Attendants, en

fore, And 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 card, 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 swelld, her face obscure was made ; 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. Armid, 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 spatch'd the cursed knife,

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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, Aleshy wight,

The sky seemd Pluto's court, the air seem á Ne let 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 art?

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

• Rinaldo. grace,

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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, wbich Parrot.

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

That, wanting liberty, e'en virtue mourns, A wondrous bird among the rest there few, | 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

viroin $ 125.
9 125. Leonida

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 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

To seal my country's freedom, is a good
So in the passing of a day, doth pass

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

126. Pathetic Farewell of Leonidas to his Cut down, becometh wither'd, pale, and wan: 19

Wife and Family.
Oh, gather then the rose, while time thou hast!
Short is the day, done when it scant began;

I see, I feel thy anguish, nor my soul
Gather the rose of Love, while yet thou

Has ever known the prevalence of love, mayst,

| 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 upseed by pairs withdrew: My country's fate, till shameful life preferr'd It seem'd, the laurel chaste, and stubborn oak, By my inglorious colleague lest no choice, And all the gentle trees on earth that grew, But what in me were infamy to sbun,

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 Alood 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 soften'd 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,

Claim for my country, for my sons, and thee. Where justice gives the laurel; in his eye

Think on my long unalter'd love. Reflect The inextinguishable spark, which fires

| On my paternal fondness. Has my heart The souls of patriots; while his brow supports E'er known a pause of love, or pious care? 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.

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

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,
In 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'a,
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 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 chang'd Address'd to Heaven: Thou eyer-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! Be 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.


| Her long protracted labors Greece forgets, Ass 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, nor splendid honors fam'd. 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 walk'd 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 Alarmd, 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 froin the lofty Babylonian fane

I 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's
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 conceald A tender voice his wond'ring ear allurid : 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 atvir’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 charais

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 thront, Paints on the cheek of beauty, soon to fade; From dreary Pluto, and th' infernal gloom, Such as express'd a mind which wisdom ruld, 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 lorer'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 Jimbs 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

pellid, Benevolent and hospitable thus :

Impetuous sorrow lav'd the purple clay, Thy form alone, ihus 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 compellid,

Who then most lov'd thee, didst untimely Thy tender feet the paths of darkness tread: 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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