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She view'd the visage of her prostrate foe,
For Heaven's sake, youth! conclude the fatal strife, (The lost magician said) and take my life. But she no less to save his life conspir’d,
190 Than he to leave the hated light desir'd. Meantime a new desire possess’d the dame, To learn th' enchanter's country, and his name; And what he by that rocky tower design'd, Built in a wild, to ravage all mankind.
195 Alas! for no ill purpose (thus replies The old enchanter, mingling tears and sighs) On yon steep rock I built my settled home, Nor avarice makes me round the country roam; But fond affection would my soul incite,
200 To save from peril great a gentle knight, Long threaten'd by his stars in Gallia's land To dic a Christian by a treacherous hand. A youth like this, for looks and courage bold, Ne'er did the sun 'twixt either pole behold;
205 Rogero call'd: his infancy with care I nurs'd : Atlantes is the name I bear. Desire of fame, but more his cruel chance. With Agramant allur’d his step to France: Włıile I, who love him with a parent's love, 210 Seek him from France and danger to remove : For this alone I rais'd the stately tower, To kcep Rogero's lite from fortune's power; Where late I kept him prisoner safe, and where I vainly hop'd, alas! yourself to bear!
With gallant dames and knights I fill'd the place,
song, the dance, the costly garh, the 1cast; Whate'er the heart can think, or tongue request! 29,5 Well had I sworn, and well the fruits enjoy'd; But thou art come, and all my works destroy'd. Alas! is like your gentle looks, you bear A gentle heart, in pity hear my prayer. That buckler take, which I with joy resign,
230 And take that flying steed which once was mine. Or, hast thou friends in yonder tower confili'd? Free one, or two; remain the rest behind. Nay, all my prisoners, if thou scehist, receive, So thuu alone wilt my Rogero leave.
233 But if, alas! ev’n him thou would'st remove; Betore thou lead'st to France tlie youth I love, Ah! let me by thy pitying sword be slain, And free this spirit from her house of pain.
To this the maid---Thy fruitless plaints give o'er, 240 For know, I will the captive knight restore; Nor offer shield, nor courser to resign, No longer yours, hy right of conquest mine : Or were they yours to give, could gifts like these For such a warrior's loss my mind appease? 245 For this Rogero is confin’d with care, T' avoid the threatening influence of bis star!
O blind to fate! or, grant you can foresce,
250 But first set wide the castle gate with speed, And let your prisoners all from bonds be freed.
So spoke the virgin; and without delay, With old Atlantes took her eager way. Chains of his own the necromancer bind;
260 The cautious damsel follows close behind; For, still in doubt, some secret guile she fear'd, Though deep submission in his face appear’d. Now near they came, where on the rocky side, Scarce to be seen, a narrow clift she spy'd,
205 By which the steps, in windings from the mead, To the high summit of the mountain lead.
Atlantes from the threshold mov'd a stone, Where mystic signs and characters were shown: Deneath were vessels, whence was seen expire 270 Sulphureous smoke that came from hidden fire. All these the sorc'rer broke; and sudden grew The country desart, comfortless to view ! As oft from nets the thrushes take their flight, So swift the necromancer flew from sight;
275 At once with him, dissolv'd to empty air, The vanquish'd castle left the mountain bare. Surpris'd, themselves the knights and ladies found From stately roonis remov'd to open ground:
view'd their present state with pain, 280 And wish'd for pleasing slavery again. Gradasso, Sacripant were there to see: The knight Prasildo too, from prison free, Who with Rinaldo came from castern lands; Iroldo join'd with himn in friendly bands.
983 Here noble Bradamant with joy perceiv'd Her lov'd Rogero, him for whom she griev'd; Who, when he saw the beauteous maid, express'd The grateful transports of an anorous breast; As one he valu’d, to his soul more dear
290 Than golden beams of light, or vital air, Ere since the day, the fair her helm unbound, And in her lovely head receiv'd a wound. Each other night and day they sought in vain, Tor till this blissful hour could meet again.
293 Now when with longing eyes Rogero view'd Where she, his lov’d, his fair deliverer stood, So vast a pleasure fill'd his ravish'd mind, lle deem'd himself the happiest of mankind.
From shameful bondage freed, the warriors came, 300 Where in the valley stood the conquering dame : And where the wondrous courser they beheld, Who wore the buckler in the veil conceal'd.
Ver. 283.- Prasildo......985. Iroldo,---] Christian knights in Boyardo's poem, who had been imprisoned with Rinaldo, Dudon, and others, in a castle in the east, and being afterwards delivered, set ont with Rinaldo for France, to the assistance of Charlemain, and are here supposed to have been taken prisoners by Atlantes.
Ver. 292. Ere since the day,---] See General View of Boyardo's Story,
The damsel now to seize his reins essay'd,
Ver. 328.---Frontino---] The horse which Brunello stole from Sacripant, and gave to Rogero.
Sec General View of Boyardo's Story.