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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=531487" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Jerusalem Delivered - Book 02 - part 03</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">XXI<br>It was amazement, wonder and delight,<br>Although not love, that moved his cruel sense;<br>"Tell on," quoth he, "unfold the chance aright,<br>Thy people's lives I grant for recompense."<br>Then she, "Behold the faulter here in sight,<br>This hand committed that supposed offence,<br>I took the image, mine that fault, that fact,<br>Mine be the glory of that virtuous act."</div><div style="margin:10px 0">XXII<br>This spotless lamb thus offered up her blood,<br>To save the rest of Christ's selected fold,<br>O noble lie! was ever truth so good?<br>Blest be the lips that such a leasing told:<br>Thoughtful awhile remained the tyrant wood,<br>His native wrath he gan a space withhold,<br>And said, "That thou discover soon I will,<br>What aid? what counsel had'st thou in that ill?"</div><div style="margin:10px 0">XXIII<br>"My lofty thoughts," she answered him, "envied<br>Another's hand should work my high desire,<br>The thirst of glory can no partner bide,<br>With mine own self I did alone conspire."<br>"On thee alone," the tyrant then replied,<br>"Shall fall the vengeance of my wrath and ire."<br>" `Tis just and right," quoth she, "I yield consent,<br>Mine be the honor, mine the punishment."</div><div style="margin:10px 0">XXIV<br>The wretch of new enraged at the same,<br>Asked where she hid the image so conveyed:<br>"Not hid," quoth she, "but quite consumed with flame,<br>The idol is of that eternal maid,<br>For so at least I have preserved the same,<br>With hands profane from being eft betrayed.<br>My Lord, the thing thus stolen demand no more,<br>Here see the thief that scorneth death therefor.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">XXV<br>"And yet no theft was this, yours was the sin,<br>I brought again what you unjustly took."<br>This heard, the tyrant did for rage begin<br>To whet his teeth, and bend his frowning look,<br>No pity, youth; fairness, no grace could win;<br>Joy, comfort, hope, the virgin all forsook;<br>Wrath killed remorse, vengeance stopped mercy's breath<br>Love's thrall to hate, and beauty's slave to death.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">XXVI<br>Ta'en was the damsel, and without remorse,<br>The king condemned her guiltless to the fire,<br>Her veil and mantle plucked they off by force,<br>And bound her tender arms in twisted wire:<br>Dumb was the silver dove, while from her corse<br>These hungry kites plucked off her rich attire,<br>And for some deal perplexed was her sprite,<br>Her damask late, now changed to purest white.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">XXVII<br>The news of this mishap spread far and near,<br>The people ran, both young and old, to gaze;<br>Olindo also ran, and gan to fear<br>His lady was some partner in this case;<br>But when he found her bound, stript from her gear,<br>And vile tormentors ready saw in place,<br>He broke the throng, and into presence brast;<br>And thus bespake the king in rage and haste:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">XXXVIII<br>"Not so, not so this grief shall bear away<br>From me the honor of so noble feat,<br>She durst not, did not, could not so convey<br>The massy substance of that idol great,<br>What sleight had she the wardens to betray?<br>What strength to heave the goddess form her seat?<br>No, no, my Lord, she sails but with my wind."<br>Ah, thus he loved, yet was his love unkind!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">XXIX<br>He added further: "Where the shining glass,<br>Lets in the light amid your temple's side,<br>By broken by-ways did I inward pass,<br>And in that window made a postern wide,<br>Nor shall therefore this ill-advised lass<br>Usurp the glory should this fact betide,<br>Mine be these bonds, mine be these flames so pure,<br>O glorious death, more glorious sepulture!"<br>XXX<br>Sophronia raised her modest looks from ground,<br>And on her lover bent her eyesight mild,<br>"Tell me, what fury? what conceit unsound<br>Presenteth here to death so sweet a child?<br>Is not in me sufficient courage found,<br>To bear the anger of this tyrant wild?<br>Or hath fond love thy heart so over-gone?<br>Wouldst thou not live, nor let me die alone?"</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> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=531487" data-title="Jerusalem Delivered - Book 02 - part 03 de Torquato Tasso" data-description="XXI It was amazement, wonder and delight, Although not love, that moved his cruel sense; "Tell on," quoth he, "unfold the chance aright, Thy people's lives I grant for recompense." 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