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Or the two warriors, whom the friar misled
Meantime was Paris close besieg’d around 470 By king Troyano's son in arms renown'd: One dreadful day the foes so warmly press'd, They nearly enter'd and the town possess'd: Then had not licaven fulfill'd the Christian prayer, And pour'd a deluge through the darken’d air, 475 That day had sunk before the Pagan lance, The sacred empire, and the fame of Trance!
But if that thou ir Satyrane dicit weet,
But if sir Calidore could it presage,
No living creature could his cruelty assuage. “ This apostrophe to the knights of Fairy land, and calling on them by namne, to assist the cristressed Florimel, seems imitated from Ariosto, who twice uses the same kind of apostrophe; where Angélica is going to be devoured by a monster, and where Rogero is fung into prison.”
Upton's Notes on Spenser. Ver. 470. Meantime wris Paris --] Ile returns to Angelica, the xth Book, ver. 617.
Ver. 475. und pour'd a deluge---] In this short account of the siege of Paris, Ariosto alludes to a more particular description which had been giren by Boyardo, in the latter end of his poem. See General View of Boy:trdo's Story.
The continuation of this siege is resumed by Ariosto, B. xiv, rer. 491.
The great Creator turn'd his eyes, and heard
At night Orlando, on his restless bed,
490 Of Phæbus, or the silver queen of night,
Ver. 490. So from (1 water clar,--) See Virgil, Æn, viii.
Sicut aquæ tremulum labris ubi lumen aenis
So from a brazen vase the trembling stream
Camöens, as Mr. Mickie observes, has the same simile:
A3 in the sun's bright beam the gameseine boy
Mickie's Lusiad, B. vih.
Aling the spacious rooms with splendor plavs,
T.Iy lise's best joy! how have I err’d! (he said)
Ver. 500.---since Bourdeaur'fiekel] The great battle in which the Christian army was defeater, described by Boyardo, and mentioned by Ariosto in the beginning of the poem.
Far dearer than the blood that bathes my heart; 520
530 Thy faithful knight Orlando far away! That dear, that virgin treasure, which possest, Had made Orlando, with th’immortals blest, Which at thy chaste desire I kept unstain’d, Some cruel spoiler now perhaps has gain'd.
535 Forbid it Heaven ! all other sufferings shed, All other plagues, on my devoted head! But should it be---this hand shall yield relief, And end at once my being and iny grief. Now lost in sleep the whole creation lay,
540 And cheer'd their spirits from the toils of day. Some sunk in down; and some the herbage press’d; While some on rocks, on oak, or myrtles rest. Yet thou, Orlando, seek'st in vain to close Thy wakeful lids, distracted from repose :
515 Or if a moment seals thy weary eyes, In thy short slumber painful visions rise.
Orlando dreamt, that on a riier's side, With odorous flowers and shrubs diversify'd,
Ver, 524. As when the sun--] This is a tender beautiful smile, and altogether original.
Ile gaz'd transported on that heavenly face,
550 Which Love himself had ting’d with rosy grace; On those bright stars, whose glances food supply To souls that in his nets entangled lie; On that dear virgin, whose all-conquering eyes Could in his breast his amorous heart surprise ! 535
While thus he seem'd possest of every joy That can a happy lover's thoughts employ, A sudden storm the chearful day o’area t, The tender flowerets wither’d in the blast, The forest shook, as when, in winiry skies,
560 South, east, and west with mingled fury rise! Now while he shelter sought, the mournful knight Seem'd in the gloom to lose the damsels sight. Now here, now there, he search'd the woods around, And made the country with her name resound. 565 But while a thousand fears his soul dismay’!, Ile heard her well-known ivice imploring aid: Swift to the sound he turnil, Lut tum'd in rain, Ilis eyes no more the object lov'd regain; When to his ears this dreadful warning came,
570 “Ne'er hope on carth again to see the dame!"
The lover, waking, found the vision fied, And saw his falling lears beview the bed. Unmindful now that dreams are einpty shade, By fancy form’d, he deeni'l his dearest muid $75 With danger press’l, and from his couch he flew, And o'er his limbs his plated armour drew; Then Brigliadoro took without delay, But not a squire attendant on his way.
Ver. 578. --- Brigliadoro) ---] Briglia d'oro, i. e. golden bridle: the name of Orlando's horse in Boyardo, whence Spenser calls sir