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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=531510" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Jerusalem Delivered - Book 06 - part 04</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">XLIII</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Pagan ill defenced with sword or targe,<br>Tancredi's thigh, as he supposed, espied<br>And reaching forth gainst it his weapon large,<br>Quite naked to his foe leaves his left-side;<br>Tancred avoideth quick his furious charge,<br>And gave him eke a wound deep, sore and wide;<br>That done, himself safe to his ward retired,<br>His courage praised by all, his skill admired.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">XLIV</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The proud Circassian saw his streaming blood,<br>Down from his wound, as from a fountain, running,<br>He sighed for rage, and trembled as he stood,<br>He blamed his fortune, folly, want of cunning;<br>He lift his sword aloft, for ire nigh wood,<br>And forward rushed: Tancred his fury shunning,<br>With a sharp thrust once more the Pagan hit,<br>To his broad shoulder where his arm is knit.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">XLV</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Like as a bear through pierced with a dart<br>Within the secret woods, no further flieth,<br>But bites the senseless weapon mad with smart,<br>Seeking revenge till unrevenged she dieth;<br>So mad Argantes fared, when his proud heart<br>Wound upon wound, and shame on shame espieth,<br>Desire of vengeance so o'ercame his senses,<br>That he forgot all dangers, all defences.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">XLVI</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Uniting force extreme, with endless wrath,<br>Supporting both with youth and strength untired,<br>His thundering blows so fast about he layeth,<br>That skies and earth the flying sparkles fired;<br>His foe to strike one blow no leisure hath,<br>Scantly he breathed, though he oft desired,<br>His warlike skill and cunning all was waste,<br>Such was Argantes' force, and such his haste.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">XLVII</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Long time Tancredi had in vain attended<br>When this huge storm should overblow and pass,<br>Some blows his mighty target well defended,<br>Some fell beside, and wounded deep the grass;<br>But when he saw the tempest never ended,<br>Nor that the Paynim's force aught weaker was,<br>He high advanced his cutting sword at length,<br>And rage to rage opposed, and strength to strength.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">XLVIII</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Wrath bore the sway, both art and reason fail,<br>Fury new force, and courage new supplies,<br>Their armors forged were of metal frail,<br>On every side thereof, huge cantels flies,<br>The land was strewed all with plate and mail.<br>That, on the earth; on that, their warm blood lies.<br>And at each rush and every blow they smote<br>Thunder the noise, the sparks, seemed lightning hot.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">XLIX</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Christian people and the Pagans gazed,<br>On this fierce combat wishing oft the end,<br>Twixt hope and fear they stood long time amazed,<br>To see the knights assail, and eke defend,<br>Yet neither sign they made, nor noise they raised,<br>But for the issue of the fight attend,<br>And stood as still, as life and sense they wanted,<br>Save that their hearts within their bosoms panted.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">L</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now were they tired both, and well-nigh spent,<br>Their blows show greater will than power to wound;<br>But Night her gentle daughter Darkness, sent,<br>With friendly shade to overspread the ground,<br>Two heralds to the fighting champions went,<br>To part the fray, as laws of arms them bound<br>Aridens born in France, and wise Pindore,<br>The man that brought the challenge proud before.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">LI</div><div style="margin:10px 0">These men their sceptres interpose, between<br>The doubtful hazards of uncertain fight;<br>For such their privilege hath ever been,<br>The law of nations doth defend their right;<br>Pindore began, 'Stay, stay, you warriors keen,<br>Equal your honor, equal is your might;<br>Forbear this combat, so we deem it best,<br>Give night her due, and grant your persons rest.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">LII</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Man goeth forth to labor with the sun,<br>But with the night, all creatures draw to sleep,<br>Nor yet of hidden praise in darkness won<br>The valiant heart of noble knight takes keep:'<br>Argantes answered him, 'The fight begun<br>Now to forbear, doth wound my heart right deep:<br>Yet will I stay, so that this Christian swear,<br>Before you both, again to meet me here.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">LIII</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I swear,' quoth Tancred, 'but swear thou likewise<br>To make return thy prisoner eke with thee;<br>Else for achievement of this enterprise,<br>None other time but this expect of me;'<br>Thus swore they both; the heralds both devise,<br>What time for this exploit should fittest be:<br>And for their wounds of rest and cure had need,<br>To meet again the sixth day was decreed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">LIV</div><div style="margin:10px 0">This fight was deep imprinted in their hearts<br>That saw this bloody fray to ending brought,<br>An horror great possessed their weaker parts,<br>Which made them shrink who on their combat thought:<br>Much speech was of the praise and high desarts<br>Of these brave champions that so nobly fought;<br>But which for knightly worth was most ypraised,<br>Of that was doubt and disputation raised.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">LV</div><div style="margin:10px 0">All long to see them end this doubtful fray,<br>And as they favor, so they wish success,<br>These hope true virtue shall obtain the day,<br>Those trust on fury, strength and hardiness;<br>But on Erminia most this burden lay,<br>Whose looks her trouble and her fear express;<br>For on this dangerous combat's doubtful end<br>Her joy, her comfort, hope and life depend.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">LVI</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her the sole daughter of that hapless king,<br>That of proud Antioch late wore the crown,<br>The Christian soldiers to Tancredi bring,<br>When they had sacked and spoiled that glorious town;<br>But he, in whom all good and virtue spring,<br>The virgin's honor saved, and her renown;<br>And when her city and her state was lost,<br>Then was her person loved and honored most.</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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The Pagan ill defenced with sword or targe,
Tancredi's thigh, as he supposed, espied
And reaching forth gainst it his weapon large,
Quite naked to his foe leaves his left-side;
Tancred avoideth quick his furious charge,
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