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Or the two warriors, whom the friar misled
With lying forms in Stygian darkness bred:
For her a thousand dangers had they dar'd,
And Hown with speed to be the virgin's guard:
But should the fatal news their souls surprise
The distance now their timely aid denies !

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,
Or thou sir Peridure her sorry state,
llow soon would yo assemble mary a fleet,
To fetch from sea what ye at land lost late.
Towers, cities, kingdoms ye would ruinate,
In your avengement and dispiteous rage;
Ne ought your burning fury more abate:

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
The just complaint hy aged Charles preferr’d,
And sudden, where all human help was vain, 480
The fire extinguish'd with tempestuous rain.
The wise will ever to th’ Almighty hend,
Whose power can best the falling state defend!
The pious monarch own’d, in grateful thought,
The hand divine that had his safety wrought. 485

At night Orlando, on his restless bed,
Revolves distressful fancies in his head;
While here and there his thoughts each other chase,
And never long maintain their fitting place.
So from a water clear, the trembling light

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
Sole repercussum, aut radiantis imagine tuæ,
Omnia pervolitat late loca, jamque sub auras
Erigitu, summique ferit laquearia tecti.

So from a brazen vase the trembling stream
Reflects the lunar or the solar beam;
Swift and elusive of the dazzled eyes,
From wall to wall the dancing glory files ;
Thence to the cieling shoot the glancing rays,
And o'er the roof the quivering splendor plays.

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Camöens, as Mr. Mickie observes, has the same simile:

A3 in the sun's bright beam the gameseine boy
Plays with the shining steel or crystal toy,
Swift and irregular, by suitden starts,
The living ray with viewless inviron darts,
Swift o'er the wall, the rooi, the floor, hy turns,
The sun-beam dances, and the radiance burns.

Mickie's Lusiad, B. vih.

Aling the spacious rooms with splendor plavs,
Now liizh, now low, and shifis a thousand ways.
Angelica, returning io his mind,
Who scarce was ever from his thoughts disjoin'd, 495
IIe feels with double force the pain increase,
Thai Seim'd auhile by day compos'l iu peace.
With her from India to the west he (anile',
Where fortune robl’d hini of his braietiis Kame:
And vainly trac'd her steps, since Bourdeans'field 500
Compelld the banded powers of France to yield.
For this Orlando's careful breast was mov'd,
And oft for this his folly he reprov'd!

T.Iy lise's best joy! how have I err’d! (he said)
Why have I thus so fair a nymph betray'd ? 505
When on thy charms each day to feed my sight,
On thy dear converse dwell with fond delight,
Thy goodness gave---ev'n then---0! fatal hour!
I taniely gave thee into Numus' power!
Well might my soul have such an act excus'u? 510
Not Charles himself had my desires refus'd.
First had I every chance of hatile try'd;
First let them from my breast my heart divide !
But Charles, and all his force, too weak had prov'd
To ravish from my arms the maid I love!

515
At least I might have plac'd her with a guard
In Paris, or seine strong retreat prepar’d:
Who like myself, should every danger brave
From threatening ills the virgin-iair to save !

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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
How ill have I perform’d a lover's part !
Ah! whither now, without my aid, alone,
Whither, so young and beauteous, art thou gone !
As when the sun withdraws his evening rays,
A lamb, forsaken, midst the forest strays

525
With tender bleats, in hopes the shepherd's ear
At length may chance the plaintive notes to hear;
Till from afar the wolf the sound receives,
And for his loss the hapless shepherd grieves.
Then art thou fall'n to cruel wolves a prey,

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.

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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

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