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That breaks the trees, destroys the golden grain,
370 What fatal wounds from Balisarda came, Judge what their strokes must prove which two such
heart Of those that favour'd good Rogero's part;
380 And would but Fortune so exert her sway, To give the palm where general suffrage lay, Stern Mandricardo soon must fall or yield; And thus this stroke offended half the field. But sure some Angel's interposing power Preserv'd Rogero in that dangerous hour, All terrible in wrath the warrior burn'd, And to the foe his answer swift return'd; At Mandricardo's helmet from above He rais’d the sword, but with such haste he drove, 390 It fell not edgeways : nor the knight I blame, Whose noble warmth deceiv'd his better aim, And had not Balisarda faild to wound, In vain the foe had Hector's helmet found. So sorely Mandricardo felt the stroke,
395 Senseless he seem'd, the reins his hand forsook ; And threatening headlong thrice to fall, he reeld, While Brigliadoro cours'd around the field;
Thai Briglialoro, once Orlan lu's care,
Who, loud blaspheming, with such fury rilles,
Thus he; but while he spoke was doom’d to feel
Ver. 132. As roaring ocean.-) So Spenser when the monster is wounded by the Red Cross knight : Ile cry'd, as raging seas are wont to roar,
B. I, c. xi. st. 21.
Ver. 439. --- cleft by thy sword before, ] See ver. 376, where Mana dricardiu cuts through Rogero's shield.
Corselet and side he pierc'd with thrilling smart,
He dy'd; nor yet without revenge he dy’d, 465 For, ere the hostile weapon pierc'd his side, His falchion, won so ill, he rais'd anew, Whose edge had cleft Rugero's brows in two, But that the wound the Tartar knight receiv'd, Of wonted strength his furious arm bereav’d. 170 From Jandricardo as Rogero tock His wretched life, the Tartar aim'd the stroke; And through the helm with unresisted sway, Deep Durindana foreil its cruel way. Back fell Rogero senseless on the ground,
475 A purple current gushing from the wound. First fell Rogero, while the Tartar knight Still kept his seat, as victor of the fight, And each believ'l his valiant arm had gain'd The wreath in such a glorious list obtain’d.
480 Fair Doralis, in that day's fight deceiv'd With fears and hopes, th' cvent with all believ'd; And gave with lifted hands her thanks to Heaven For such an issue to the combat given : But when appear’d to all the Pagan train
485 Rogero living, Mandricardo slain;
Ver. 486. Rogero living, Mandricardo slain. )
I believe every reader will agree that this combat is adinirably described, that all
In different breasts new passions take their turn,
The king, the lords, and knights the most renownd, To lrave Rogero, scarcely from the ground
190 With anguish rais'd, a friendly greeting wise, And in their arms the conquering youth receive. All with the knight rejoice, and all express Sincere the thought, their secret souls confess : All save Gradasso, who within conceals
495 Far other feeling than his tongue reveals: llis outwarıl looks the marks of joy impart, But hidden envy rankles at his heart, While oit he calls the lot of fate aceurst That from the urn disclos’l Rourro first. How shall I speak the marks of love sincere By royal Agramant, wlio hell him dear, Giv'n to the youth, without who caliant hand The king refus’d t embark from itric's land, Tu spread his martial banners to the wind,
Not only to Rogero's weal inclin'd
the turns of fortune are painted in the most lively colours, the expectation artfully kept up, and the issue unexpectedly brought about by the death of Mandricardo and the victory of Rogero.