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'Tis thus, unrecompens'd, we can sustain
25 When joy renews the sunshine of the breast. But if that plague, from hell's dire mansion brought, Infects with deadly bine the secret thought, Thenceforth shall pleasure woo the sense in vain, All pleasure then corrupted turns to pain.
30 Lo! this the fatal stroke, the venom'd wound, For which no salve, no med'cine can be found. Ilere nought avails---nor verse, nor sage's care, Nor long observance of a kindly star : Nor all ili' experienc'ul charms approv'd of yore 35 By Zoroaster sail'd in m:gic lore. jealousy! that every woc exceeds, And soon to destithe wretched sufferer leads : Thou canst with cruel talsehood reason blind, end burst inne closest ties that hold mankind. O jealousy in whose dire tempest tost, Ilas hapless Bradanianí cach comfort lost!
speak not here of thoughts that first depress'd With tender loubts and fears, her virgin breast, from what Ilippalca and her brother said;
45 But heavier tidings to her cars convey'd By later nicans; sueh tidings as in woe Plung d ber more deep, which soon the Muse shall show.
Ver. 36. By Zoroaster shill'ii2 magic lore. Zoroaster, a king of the Bactrians, famous for his knowledge in the occult sciences.
But to Rinaldo now I turn the strain,
Next day, at evening close, a knighi they spy'ri
and soon I trust
Ver. 19. But to Rinaldo now.-- ] He returns to Bradanant, Beuk Xxxii, ver, 71,
Thus he: but while he stood with helm unlac'd,
85 Ilis ready weapons and their speed repress’d. Time summons us (he cries) to Paris' walls; And ill it seems, when such high duty calls, To loiter here---nor will I wait (he said) Till each of you by turns on carth is laid.
90 This to himself he spoke, which loud proclaim'd llad touch'd his comrades, and their courage
sham'd. Each warrior now had measur'd on the field The
space run, and each his courser whcel’d. Rinaldo fell not, for his single hand
93 Compris’d the strength of all the knightly band : Like brittle glass the spears in shivers broke; Yet shrunk not back tlie warriors from the stroke One foot, one inch---while with the sudden force Driven on his crupper fell cach warriox horse: 100 But swift Bayardo rose, as strist pursu'd Ilis interrupted course with speed renew’d: Not so the adverse steed, that tumbling prone lIis shoulder lux'd and broke his spinal bone. The champion, who his slaughter'd courser view'd, 105 llis stirrups left, and soon dismounted stood, To Amon's gallant son (whom near he spy'd With hand unarm’d in sign of truce) he cry’d.
Sir knight! the trusty steed that lifeless here Lies by thy force, I beld, while living, dear; 110
And knighthood sure must feel a deadly stain,
Thus he, nor in suspense Rinaldo stay'l---
This rulicr tirin erbracing, from his side
o tvile chieti wa: (itallier combat seen :
137 Then well-tollzlit art to wari tuch coming blow; D'lere both social in the dangerous strite, The first mistale migiit hazard fame and lite. Thus held the fight, till in his wavy bed The sinking sun had veil'd his golden head, 100 And now from shore to shore's extremest bound, Night's sable shade liad veil'd th' horizon round. No rest each warrior knows---110 little cause Can siay that sword wliich rival glory draws: That sword which rancour nor revenge could raise 100 To mortul arms, but restless thirst of praise.
Meantime Rivallo pouinte in his thought That imkowa wirior so undaunted fought, Vi ho noi une vithetool his dicacest night, Biit oft his life endinger'il in the fight;
170 And now he gladly would the comiat cerse, (Did fame permit) and join their haus in praca. Not less the stranger-knight (who little knew That he, i ho gainst him now liis cabal drowy