Orlando Furioso canto 13 (Ludovico Ariosto Poems)
ARGUMENTThe Count Orlando of the damsel blandWho loves Zerbino, hears the piteous woes.Next puts to death the felons with his ...
ARGUMENTThe Count Orlando of the damsel blandWho loves Zerbino, hears the piteous woes.Next puts to death the felons with his ...
As one who in his journey bates at noon,Though bent on speed; so here the Arch-Angel pausedBetwixt the world destroyed ...
OPPRESSION! thou, whose hard and cruel chain,Entails on all thy victims woe and pain;Who gives with tyrant force and scorpion ...
Snakeskin jacketIndian eyesBrilliant hairHe moves in disturbedNile insectAir~~~You parade thru the soft summerWe watch your eager rifle decayYour wildernessYour teeming ...
Still o'er my mind wild Fancy holds her sway,Still on strange visionary land I stray.Now scenes crowd thick! now indistinct ...
Where beauteous Belmont rears her modest browTo view Sabrina's silver waves below,Lived young Ianthe, fair as beauty's Queen;She reign'd unrivall'd ...
Mourn Cambria, thoughtless Cambria mourn,Like Nineveh, repentent turn,Put sackcloth on — proclaim a fast —Cry out for Grace, and mend ...
THE ARGUMENT.The camp at great Jerusalem arrives:Clorinda gives them battle, in the breastOf fair Erminia Tancred's love revives,He jousts with ...
"HERE! take this potent charm," Mauritius said,"And see if Time hath ought in store for thee;"With care beneath thy downy ...
He shows a fool in every wiseWho day and night forever hiesFrom feast to feat to fill his paunchAnd make ...
''Not with you to take counsel, Powers of heaven,-- For still that title ours,--in so great haste Hither have I ...
In Fanscomb Barn (who knows not Fanscomb Barn?) Seated between the sides of rising Hills, Whose airy Tops o'erlook the ...
Each day that I live I am persuaded anew,A maxim I long have believed in, is true.Each day I grow ...
'Tis bitter, yet 'tis sweet, Scratching effects but transient ease; Pleasure and pain together meet, And vanish as they please. ...
Dare I profane the wreath, and with blind aim Snatch from the cunning gods who hold above The heads of ...
To Despair I ever love where never hope appears, Yet hope draws on my never-hoping care, And my life's hope ...
As one who in his journey bates at noon, Though bent on speed; so here the Arch-Angel paused Betwixt the ...
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