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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=531485" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Jerusalem Delivered - Book 02 - part 01</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">THE ARGUMENT.<br>Ismeno conjures, but his charms are vain;<br>Aladine will kill the Christians in his ire:<br>Sophronia and Olindo would be slain<br>To save the rest, the King grants their desire;<br>Clorinda hears their fact and fortunes plain,<br>Their pardon gets and keeps them from the fire:<br>Argantes, when Aletes' speeches are<br>Despised, defies the Duke to mortal war.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>I<br>While thus the tyrant bends his thoughts to arms,<br>Ismeno gan tofore his sight appear,<br>Ismen dead bones laid in cold graves that warms<br>And makes them speak, smell, taste, touch, see, and hear;<br>Ismen with terror of his mighty charms,<br>That makes great Dis in deepest Hell to fear,<br>That binds and looses souls condemned to woe,<br>And sends the devils on errands to and fro.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">II<br>A Christian once, Macon he now adores,<br>Nor could he quite his wonted faith forsake,<br>But in his wicked arts both oft implores<br>Help from the Lord, and aid from Pluto black;<br>He, from deep caves by Acheron's dark shores,<br>Where circles vain and spells he used to make,<br>To advise his king in these extremes is come,<br>Achitophel so counselled Absalom.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">III<br>&quot;My liege,&quot; he says, &quot;the camp fast hither moves,<br>The axe is laid unto this cedar's root,<br>But let us work as valiant men behoves,<br>For boldest hearts good fortune helpeth out;<br>Your princely care your kingly wisdom proves,<br>Well have you labored, well foreseen about;<br>If each perform his charge and duty so,<br>Nought but his grave here conquer shall your foe.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">IV<br>&quot;From surest castle of my secret cell<br>I come, partaker of your good and ill,<br>What counsel sage, or magic's sacred spell<br>May profit us, all that perform I will:<br>The sprites impure from bliss that whilom fell<br>Shall to your service bow, constrained by skill;<br>But how we must begin this enterprise,<br>I will your Highness thus in brief advise.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">V<br>&quot;Within the Christian's church from light of skies,<br>An hidden alter stands, far out of sight,<br>On which the image consecrated lies<br>Of Christ's dear mother, called a virgin bright,<br>An hundred lamps aye burn before her eyes,<br>She in a slender veil of tinsel dight,<br>On every side great plenty doth behold<br>Of offerings brought, myrrh, frankincense and gold.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">VI<br>&quot;This idol would I have removed away<br>From thence, and by your princely hand transport,<br>In Macon's sacred temple safe it lay,<br>Which then I will enchant in wondrous sort,<br>That while the image in that church doth stay,<br>No strength of arms shall win this noble fort,<br>Of shake this puissant wall, such passing might<br>Have spells and charms, if they be said aright.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">VII<br>Advised thus, the king impatient<br>Flew in his fury to the house of God,<br>The image took, with words unreverent<br>Abused the prelates, who that deed forbode,<br>Swift with his prey, away the tyrant went,<br>Of God's sharp justice naught he feared the rod,<br>But in his chapel vile the image laid,<br>On which the enchanter charms and witchcraft said.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">VIII<br>When Phoebus next unclosed his wakeful eye,<br>Up rose the sexton of that place profane,<br>And missed the image, where it used to lie,<br>Each where he sough in grief, in fear, in vain;<br>Then to the king his loss he gan descry,<br>Who sore enraged killed him for his pain;<br>And straight conceived in his malicious wit,<br>Some Christian bade this great offence commit.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">IX<br>But whether this were act of mortal hand,<br>Or else the Prince of Heaven's eternal pleasure,<br>That of his mercy would this wretch withstand,<br>Nor let so vile a chest hold such a treasure,<br>As yet conjecture hath not fully scanned;<br>By godliness let us this action measure,<br>And truth of purest faith will fitly prove<br>That this rare grace came down from Heaven above.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">X<br>With busy search the tyrant gan to invade<br>Each house, each hold, each temple and each tent<br>To them the fault or faulty one bewrayed<br>Or hid, he promised gifts or punishment,<br>His idle charms the false enchanter said,<br>But in this maze still wandered and miswent,<br>For Heaven decreed to conceal the same,<br>To make the miscreant more to feel his shame.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Torquato+Tasso">Torquato Tasso</a><div class=q>
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Ismeno conjures, but his charms are vain;
Aladine will kill the Christians in his ire:
Sophronia and Olindo would be slain
To save the rest, the King grants their desire;
Clorinda hears their fact and fortunes plain,
Their pardon get..."></div>
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