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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=531486" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Jerusalem Delivered - Book 02 - part 02</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">XI<br>But when the angry king discovered not<br>What guilty hand this sacrilege had wrought,<br>His ireful courage boiled in vengeance hot<br>Against the Christians, whom he faulters thought;<br>All ruth, compassion, mercy he forgot,<br>A staff to beat that dog he long had sought,<br>&quot;Let them all die,&quot; quoth he, &quot;kill great and small,<br>So shall the offender perish sure withal.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">XII<br>&quot;To spill the wine with poison mixed with spares?<br>Slay then the righteous with the faulty one,<br>Destroy this field that yieldeth naught but tares,<br>With thorns this vineyard all is over-gone,<br>Among these wretches is not one, that cares<br>For us, our laws, or our religion;<br>Up, up, dear subjects, fire and weapon take,<br>Burn, murder, kill these traitors for my sake.&quot;<br>XIII<br>This Herod thus would Bethlem's infants kill,<br>The Christians soon this direful news receave,<br>The trump of death sounds in their hearing shrill,<br>Their weapon, faith; their fortress, was the grave;<br>They had no courage, time, device, or will,<br>To fight, to fly, excuse, or pardon crave,<br>But stood prepared to die, yet help they find,<br>Whence least they hope, such knots can Heaven unbind.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">XIV<br>Among them dwelt, her parents' joy and pleasure,<br>A maid, whose fruit was ripe, not over-yeared,<br>Her beauty was her not esteemed treasure;<br>The field of love with plough of virtue eared,<br>Her labor goodness; godliness her leisure;<br>Her house the heaven by this full moon aye cleared,<br>For there, from lovers' eyes withdrawn, alone<br>With virgin beams this spotless Cynthia shone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">XV<br>But what availed her resolution chaste,<br>Whose soberest looks were whetstones to desire?<br>Nor love consents that beauty's field lie waste,<br>Her visage set Olindo's heart on fire,<br>O subtle love, a thousand wiles thou hast,<br>By humble suit, by service, or by hire,<br>To win a maiden's hold, a thing soon done,<br>For nature framed all women to be won.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">XVI<br>Sophronia she, Olindo hight the youth,<br>Both or one town, both in one faith were taught,<br>She fair, he full of bashfulness and truth,<br>Loved much, hoped little, and desired nought,<br>He durst not speak by suit to purchase ruth,<br>She saw not, marked not, wist not what he sought,<br>Thus loved, thus served he long, but not regarded,<br>Unseen, unmarked, unpitied, unrewarded.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">XVII<br>To her came message of the murderment,<br>Wherein her guiltless friends should hopeless starve,<br>She that was noble, wise, as fair and gent,<br>Cast how she might their harmless lives preserve,<br>Zeal was the spring whence flowed her hardiment,<br>From maiden shame yet was she loth to swerve:<br>Yet had her courage ta'en so sure a hold,<br>That boldness, shamefaced; shame had made her bold.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">XVIII<br>And forth she went, a shop for merchandise<br>Full of rich stuff, but none for sale exposed,<br>A veil obscured the sunshine of her eyes,<br>The rose within herself her sweetness closed,<br>Each ornament about her seemly lies,<br>By curious chance, or careless art, composed;<br>For what the most neglects, most curious prove,<br>So Beauty's helped by Nature, Heaven, and Love.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">XIX<br>Admired of all, on went this noble maid,<br>Until the presence of the king she gained,<br>Nor for he swelled with ire was she afraid,<br>But his fierce wrath with fearless grace sustained,<br>&quot;I come,&quot; quoth she, &quot;but be thine anger stayed,<br>And causeless rage 'gainst faultless souls restrained --<br>I come to show thee, and to bring thee both,<br>The wight whose fact hath made thy heart so wroth.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">XX<br>Her molest boldness, and that lightning ray<br>Which her sweet beauty streamed on his face,<br>Had struck the prince with wonder and dismay,<br>Changed his cheer, and cleared his moody grace,<br>That had her eyes disposed their looks to play,<br>The king had snared been in love's strong lace;<br>But wayward beauty doth not fancy move,<br>A frown forbids, a smile engendereth love.</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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But when the angry king discovered not
What guilty hand this sacrilege had wrought,
His ireful courage boiled in vengeance hot
Against the Christians, whom he faulters thought;
All ruth, compassion, mercy he forgot,
A staff to beat that dog he ..."></div>
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