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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=531493" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Jerusalem Delivered - Book 03 - part 02</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">XVI<br>Soon was the prey out of their hands recovered,<br>By step and step the Frenchmen gan retire,<br>Till on a little hill at last they hovered,<br>Whose strength preserved them from Clorinda's ire:<br>When, as a tempest that hath long been covered<br>In watery clouds breaks out with sparkling fire,<br>With his strong squadron Lord Tancredi came,<br>His heart with rage, his eyes with courage flame.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">XVII<br>Mast great the spear was which the gallant bore<br>That in his warlike pride he made to shake,<br>As winds tall cedars toss on mountains hoar:<br>The king, that wondered at his bravery, spake<br>To her, that near him seated was before,<br>Who felt her heart with love's hot fever quake,<br>"Well shouldst thou know," quoth he, "each Christian knight,<br>By long acquaintance, though in armor dight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">XVIII<br>"Say, who is he shows so great worthiness,<br>That rides so rank, and bends his lance so fell?"<br>To this the princess said nor more nor less,<br>Her heart with sighs, her eyes with tears, did swell;<br>But sighs and tears she wisely could suppress,<br>Her love and passion she dissembled well,<br>And strove her love and hot desire to cover,<br>Till heart with sighs, and eyes with tears ran over:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">XIX<br>At last she spoke, and with a crafty sleight<br>Her secret love disguised in clothes of hate:<br>"Alas, too well," she says, "I know that knight,<br>I saw his force and courage proved late,<br>Too late I viewed him, when his power and might<br>Shook down the pillar of Cassanoe's state;<br>Alas what wounds he gives! how fierce, how fell!<br>No physic helps them cure, nor magic's spell.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">XX<br>"Tancred he hight, O Macon, would he wear<br>My thrall, ere fates him of this life deprive,<br>For to his hateful head such spite I bear,<br>I would him reave his cruel heart on live."<br>Thus said she, they that her complainings hear<br>In other sense her wishes credit give.<br>She sighed withal, they construed all amiss,<br>And thought she wished to kill, who longed to kiss.<br>XXI<br>This while forth pricked Clorinda from the throng<br>And 'gainst Tancredi set her spear in rest,<br>Upon their helms they cracked their lances long,<br>And from her head her gilden casque he kest,<br>For every lace he broke and every thong,<br>And in the dust threw down her plumed crest,<br>About her shoulders shone her golden locks,<br>Like sunny beams, on alabaster rocks.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">XXII<br>Her looks with fire, her eyes with lightning blaze,<br>Sweet was her wrath, what then would be her smile?<br>Tancred, whereon think'st thou? what dost thou gaze?<br>Hast thou forgot her in so short a while?<br>The same is she, the shape of whose sweet face<br>The God of Love did in thy heart compile,<br>The same that left thee by the cooling stream,<br>Safe from sun's heat, but scorched with beauty's beam.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">XXIII<br>The prince well knew her, though her painted shield<br>And golden helm he had not marked before,<br>She saved her head, and with her axe well steeled<br>Assailed the knight; but her the knight forbore,<br>'Gainst other foes he proved him through the field,<br>Yet she for that refrained ne'er the more,<br>But following, "Turn thee," cried, in ireful wise;<br>And so at once she threats to kill him twice.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">XXIV<br>Not once the baron lifts his armed hand<br>To strike the maid, but gazing on her eyes,<br>Where lordly Cupid seemed in arms to stand,<br>No way to ward or shun her blows he tries;<br>But softly says, "No stroke of thy strong hand<br>Can vanquish Tancred, but thy conquest lies<br>In those fair eyes, which fiery weapons dart,<br>That find no lighting place except this heart."</div><div style="margin:10px 0">XXV<br>At last resolved, although he hoped small grace,<br>Yet ere he did to tell how much he loved,<br>For pleasing words in women's ears find place,<br>And gentle hearts with humble suits are moved:<br>"O thou," quoth he, "withhold thy wrath a space,<br>For if thou long to see my valor proved,<br>Were it not better from this warlike rout<br>Withdrawn, somewhere, alone to fight it out?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">XXVI<br>"So singled, may we both our courage try:"<br>Clorinda to that motion yielded glad,<br>And helmless to the forestward gan hie,<br>Whither the prince right pensive wend and sad,<br>And there the virgin gan him soon defy.<br>One blow she strucken, and he warded had,<br>When he cried, "Hold, and ere we prove our might,<br>First hear thou some conditions of the fight."</div><div style="margin:10px 0">XXVII<br>She stayed, and desperate love had made him bold;<br>"Since from the fight thou wilt no respite give,<br>The covenants be," he said, "that thou unfold<br>This wretched bosom, and my heart out rive,<br>Given thee long since, and if thou, cruel, would<br>I should be dead, let me no longer live,<br>But pierce this breast, that all the world may say,<br>The eagle made the turtle-dove her prey.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">XXVIII<br>"Save with thy grace, or let thine anger kill,<br>Love hath disarmed my life of all defence;<br>An easy labor harmless blood to spill,<br>Strike then, and punish where is none offence."<br>This said the prince, and more perchance had will<br>To have declared, to move her cruel sense.<br>But in ill time of Pagans thither came<br>A troop, and Christians that pursued the same.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">XXIX<br>The Pagans fled before their valiant foes,<br>For dread or craft, it skills not that we know,<br>A soldier wild, careless to win or lose,<br>Saw where her locks about the damsel flew,<br>And at her back he proffereth as he goes<br>To strike where her he did disarmed view:<br>But Tancred cried, "Oh stay thy cursed hand,"<br>And for to ward the blow lift up his brand.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">XXX<br>But yet the cutting steel arrived there,<br>Where her fair neck adjoined her noble head,<br>Light was the wound, but through her amber hair<br>The purple drops down railed bloody red,<br>So rubies set in flaming gold appear:<br>But Lord Tancredi, pale with rage as lead,<br>Flew on the villain, who to flight him bound;<br>The smart was his, though she received the wound.</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=531493" data-title="Jerusalem Delivered - Book 03 - part 02 de Torquato Tasso" data-description="XVI Soon was the prey out of their hands recovered, By step and step the Frenchmen gan retire, Till on a little hill at last they hovered, Whose strength preserved them from Clorinda's ire: When, as a tempest that hath long been covered In watery ..."></div> </div> </div>
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