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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=531511" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Jerusalem Delivered - Book 06 - part 05</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">LVII</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He honored her, served her, and leave her gave,<br>And willed her go whither and when she list,<br>Her gold and jewels had he care to save,<br>And them restored all, she nothing missed,<br>She, that beheld this youth and person brave,<br>When, by this deed, his noble mind she wist,<br>Laid ope her heart for Cupid's shaft to hit,<br>Who never knots of love more surer knit.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">LVIII</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her body free, captivated was her heart,<br>And love the keys did of that prison bear,<br>Prepared to go, it was a death to part<br>From that kind Lord, and from that prison dear,<br>But thou, O honor, which esteemed art<br>The chiefest virtue noble ladies wear,<br>Enforcest her against her will, to wend<br>To Aladine, her mother's dearest friend.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">LIX</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At Sion was this princess entertained,<br>By that old tyrant and her mother dear,<br>Whose loss too soon the woeful damsel plained,<br>Her grief was such, she lived not half the year,<br>Yet banishment, nor loss of friends constrained<br>The hapless maid her passions to forbear,<br>For though exceeding were her woe and grief,<br>Of all her sorrows yet her love was chief.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">LX</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The silly maid in secret longing pined,<br>Her hope a mote drawn up by Phoebus' rays,<br>Her love a mountain seemed, whereon bright shined<br>Fresh memory of Tancred's worth and praise,<br>Within her closet if her self she shrined,<br>A hotter fire her tender heart assays:<br>Tancred at last, to raise her hope nigh dead,<br>Before those walls did his broad ensign spread.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">LXI</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The rest to view the Christian army feared,<br>Such seemed their number, such their power and might,<br>But she alone her troubled forehead cleared,<br>And on them spread her beauty shining bright;<br>In every squadron when it first appeared,<br>Her curious eye sought out her chosen knight;<br>And every gallant that the rest excels,<br>The same seems him, so love and fancy tells.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">LXII</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Within the kingly palace builded high,<br>A turret standeth near the city's wall,<br>From which Erminia might at ease descry<br>The western host, the plains and mountains all,<br>And there she stood all the long day to spy,<br>From Phoebus' rising to his evening fall,<br>And with her thoughts disputed of his praise,<br>And every thought a scalding sigh did raise.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">LXIII</div><div style="margin:10px 0">From hence the furious combat she surveyed,<br>And felt her heart tremble with fear and pain,<br>Her secret thoughts thus to her fancy said,<br>Behold thy dear in danger to be slain;<br>So with suspect, with fear and grief dismayed,<br>Attended she her darling's loss or gain,<br>And ever when the Pagan lift his blade,<br>The stroke a wound in her weak bosom made.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">LXIV</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But when she saw the end, and wist withal<br>Their strong contention should eftsoons begin,<br>Amazement strange her courage did appal,<br>Her vital blood was icy cold within;<br>Sometimes she sighed, sometimes tears let fall,<br>To witness what distress her heart was in;<br>Hopeless, dismayed, pale, sad, astonished,<br>Her love, her fear; her fear, her torment bred.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">LXV</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her idle brain unto her soul presented<br>Death in an hundred ugly fashions painted,<br>And if she slept, then was her grief augmented,<br>With such sad visions were her thoughts acquainted;<br>She saw her lord with wounds and hurts tormented,<br>How he complained, called for her help, and fainted,<br>And found, awaked from that unquiet sleeping,<br>Her heart with panting sore; eyes, red with weeping.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">LXVI</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yet these presages of his coming ill,<br>Not greatest cause of her discomfort were,<br>She saw his blood from his deep wounds distil,<br>Nor what he suffered could she bide or bear:<br>Besides, report her longing ear did fill,<br>Doubling his danger, doubling so her fear,<br>That she concludes, so was her courage lost,<br>Her wounded lord was weak, faint, dead almost.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">LXVII<br>And for her mother had her taught before<br>The secret virtue of each herb that springs,<br>Besides fit charms for every wound or sore<br>Corruption breedeth or misfortune brings, -<br>An art esteemed in those times of yore,<br>Beseeming daughters of great lords and kings -<br>She would herself be surgeon to her knight,<br>And heal him with her skill, or with her sight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">LXVIII</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thus would she cure her love, and cure her foe<br>She must, that had her friends and kinsfolk slain:<br>Some cursed weeds her cunning hand did know,<br>That could augment his harm, increase his pain;<br>But she abhorred to be revenged so,<br>No treason should her spotless person stain,<br>And virtueless she wished all herbs and charms<br>Wherewith false men increase their patients' harms.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">LXIX</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nor feared she among the bands to stray<br>Of armed men, for often had she seen<br>The tragic end of many a bloody fray;<br>Her life had full of haps and hazards been,<br>This made her bold in every hard assay,<br>More than her feeble sex became, I ween;<br>She feared not the shake of every reed,<br>So cowards are courageous made through need.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">LXX</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Love, fearless, hardy, and audacious love,<br>Emboldened had this tender damsel so,<br>That where wild beasts and serpents glide and move<br>Through Afric's deserts durst she ride or go,<br>Save that her honor, she esteemed above<br>Her life and body's safety, told her no;<br>For in the secret of her troubled thought,<br>A doubtful combat, love and honor fought.</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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He honored her, served her, and leave her gave,
And willed her go whither and when she list,
Her gold and jewels had he care to save,
And them restored all, she nothing missed,
She, that beheld this youth and person brave,
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