The Orlando Furioso, 第 1 巻

Henry G. Bohn, 1858

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ユーザー レビュー  - DinadansFriend - LibraryThing

A wonderful verse translation of a major European romance cycle. When you couple this book with the "Orlando Innamorato" of Boiardo, you have the story of Roland nailed down. And it's a big story ... レビュー全文を読む

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ユーザー レビュー  - baswood - LibraryThing

This early sixteenth century poem is a wonderful reading experience: some claim it to be at the pinnacle of Italian Renaissance literature and I would not disagree. It certainly is an epic: 46 cantos ... レビュー全文を読む

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100 ページ - Envy finds no blemish to amend. As if between two vales, which softly curl. The mouth with vermeil tint is seen to glow: Within are strung two rows of orient pearl. Which her delicious lips shut up or show. Of force to melt the heart of any churl, However rude, hence courteous accents flow; And here that gentle smile receives its birth, Which opes at will a paradise on earth.
463 ページ - Nor ate, nor slept, till in his daily round The golden sun had broken thrice, and sought His rest anew; nor ever ceased his wound To rankle, till it marred his sober thought. At length, impelled by frenzy, the fourth day, He from his limbs tore plate and mail away.
462 ページ - All night about the forest roved the count, And, at the break of daily light, was brought By his unhappy fortune to the fount, Where his inscription young Medoro wrought. To see his wrongs inscribed upon that mount Inflamed his fury so, in him was...
489 ページ - Such forces met not, nor so wide a camp, When Agrican, with all his northern powers, Besieged Albracca, as romances tell, The city of Gallaphrone, from thence to win The fairest of her sex, Angelica His daughter, sought by many prowest knights, Both Paynim, and the peers of Charlemain.
462 ページ - I am not — am not what I seem to sight : What Roland was is dead and under ground, Slain by that most ungrateful lady's spite, Whose faithlessness inflicted such a wound. Divided from the flesh, I am his sprite, Which in this hell, tormented, walks its round, To be, but in its shadow left above, A warning to all such as trust in love.
463 ページ - Or wondrous deeds, I trow, had wrought the knight; But neither this, nor bill, nor axe to hew. Was needed by Orlando's peerless might. He of his prowess gave high proofs and' full, Who a tall pine uprooted at a pull. He many others, with as little let As fennel, wall-wort-stem, or dill uptore; And ilex, knotted oak, and fir upset, And beech and mountain ash, and elm-tree hoar.
461 ページ - ... swain, he will not stay Till the morn break, or till the dawn succeed, Whose twilight goes before approaching day. In haste Orlando takes his arms and steed, And to the deepest greenwood wends his way; And, when assured that he is there alone, Gives utterance to his grief in shriek and groan. Never from tears, never from sorrowing, He paused; nor found he peace by night or day : He fled from town, in forest harbouring, And in the open air on hard earth lay. He marvelled at himself, how such a...
243 ページ - With pleasing mien, grave walk, and decent vest, Fraud rolled her eyeballs humbly in her head ; And such benign and modest speech possest, She might a Gabriel seem who Ave said. Foul was she and deformed in all the rest; But with a mantle, long and widely spread, Concealed her hideous parts; and evermore Beneath the stole a poisoned dagger wore." The Gabriel saying Ave is from Dante, Purgatory, X. 40: — " One would have sworn that he was saying Ave" 17. Tartars nor Turks, "who are most perfect...