Orlando Furioso Canto 13 Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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ARGUMENTA
The Count Orlando of the damsel blandB
Who loves Zerbino hears the piteous woesC
Next puts to death the felons with his handB
Who pent her there Duke Aymon's daughter goesC
Seeking Rogero where so large a bandB
The old Atlantes' magic walls encloseC
Her he impounds deceived by fictions newD
Agramant ranks his army for reviewD
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I-
Those ancient cavaliers right happy wereE
Born in an age when in the gloomy woodF
In valley and in cave wherein the bearG
Serpent or lion hid their savage broodH
They could find that which now in palace rareG
Is hardly found by judges proved and goodF
Women to wit who in their freshest daysI
Of beauty worthily deserve the praiseI
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II-
Above I told you how a gentle maidJ
Orlando had discovered under groundK
And asked by whom she thither was conveyedJ
Pursuing now my tale I tell how drownedK
In grief her speech by many a sob delayedJ
The damsel fair in sweet and softest soundK
Summing them with what brevity she mightL
Her ills recounted to Anglantes' knightL
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III-
'Though I am sure ' she said 'O cavalierM
To suffer punishment for what I sayN
Because I know to him who pens me hereO
This woman quickly will the fact displayN
I would not but thou shouldst the story hearO
And let my wretched life the forfeit payN
For what can wait me better than that heP
My gaoler should one day my death decreeP
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IVD
'Lo I am Isabel who once was styledQ
The daughter of Gallicia's hapless kingR
I said aright who was but now the childQ
No longer his of care and sufferingR
The fault of Love by whom I was beguiledQ
For against him alone this charge I bringR
Who sweetly at the first our wish applaudsS
And weaves in secret but deceit and fraudsS
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VD
'Whilom I lived content in Fortune's smileT
Rich blameless fair and young to sad reverseU
Condemned I now am wretched poor and vileT
And in worse case if any yet be worseU
But it is fitting I to thee this whileT
From their first root my troubles should rehearseU
And it will soothe me though of thee I borrowV
No help that thou compassionate my sorrowV
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VID
'My father in his city of BayonneW
To day will be twelve months a tourney dightQ
Hence led by spreading rumour to our townX
To joust from different lands came many a knightQ
Mid these was it his manifest renownX
Or was it love which so deceived my sightQ
Praise in my eyes alone Zerbino wonY
Who was the mighty king of Scotland's sonY
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VIID
'When him I after in the field espiedQ
Performing wondrous feats of chivalryD
I was surprised by Love ere I descriedQ
That freedom in my Love so rash a guideQ
I lay this unction to my phantasyU
That no unseemly place my heart possestQ
Fixed on the worthiest in the world and bestQ
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VIIID
'In beauty and in valour's boast aboveD
Those other lords the Scottish prince stood highD
He showed me and I think be bore me loveD
And left no less an ardent flame than ID
Nor lacked there one who did between us moveD
To speak our common wishes frequentlyD
So could we still in heart and mind uniteQ
Although disjoined from one another's sightQ
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IXU
'Hence when concluded was the festal showV
And to his home Zerbino was returnedQ
If thou know'st what is love thou well may'st knowV
How night and day I for the warrior yearnedQ
And was assured no less on him did preyN
The flame that in his constant bosom burnedQ
He save a way to have me with him noughtQ
For solace of his restless passion soughtQ
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XU
'For different faith forbade him on my sideQ
I was a saracen a Christian heD
To ask me of my father as a brideQ
By stealth he purposed to elope with meD
Amid green fields our wealthy town besideQ
I had a garden seated by the seaD
Upon the pleasant shore from whence the eyeD
Might ocean and the hills about descryN
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XID
'A fitting place to effect what different creedQ
And law forbade us he esteemed this siteQ
And showed the order taken for the deedQ
Which was to make our future life's delightQ
And how near Santa Martha for our needQ
A bark was with arm'd men in ambush dightQ
Under Sir Odoric of Biscay's commandQ
A leader he approved by sea and landQ
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XIID
'Unable in his person this to doQ
For by his father he was forced to wendQ
In succour of the king of France in lieuQ
This Odoric for the purpose he would sendQ
Chosen of all his faithful friends and trueQ
As his most faithful and his truest friendQ
And such had been if benefits could bindQ
And goodly deeds the friendship of mankindQ
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XIIID
'At the time fixed to bear me thence awayN
This chief would anchor on the destined groundQ
And thus it was arrived the wished for dayN
Then I of them was in my garden foundQ
Sir Odoric at night with fair arrayN
Of valiant men by land and sea renownedQ
In the near river from his bark descendsD
And thence in silence to my garden wendsD
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XIVD
'To the pitched bark with me his party spedQ
Before the city knew what was at handQ
Some of the house disarmed and naked fledQ
And some were slain while of the helpless bandQ
With me another part was captive ledQ
So was I severed from my native landQ
Hoping in brief Zerbino to possessD
I cannot tell thee with what happinessD
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XVD
'Scarcely was Mongia by our galley doubledQ
Ere a squall took us on the larboard sideQ
Which round about the clear horizon troubledQ
And stirred and tost heaven high the foaming tideQ
Smote with a north west wind next ocean bubbledQ
Which on her other beam the vessel pliedQ
This evermore increases with such forceD
Starboard or larboard boots not which our courseD
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XVID
'It steads not to strike sail nor lash the mastQ
Lowered on the gang board nor our castles fellZ
The bark in our despite is hurried fastQ
Towards the pointed rocks about RochelleZ
Save He above assist us at the lastQ
The cruel storm will us ashore impelZ
Driven thither by ill wind with mightier speedQ
Than ever bow string gave to whistling reedQ
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XVIID
'Our peril well does the Biscayan noteQ
And tries what often has an evil endQ
Lowers down the galley's skiff and when afloatQ
Descends into it and makes me descendQ
Two follow and a troop would throng the boatQ
Did not the first prevent them and defendQ
The entrance with their naked faulchions weD
Sever the rope forthwith and put to seaD
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XVIIID
'Driven landward on the shore we safely lightQ
Who in the skiff embarked while of our bandQ
The rest in the split vessel sink outrightQ
Our goods sea swallowed all Upon the strandQ
To Eternal Love To Goodness InfiniteQ
I offer up my thanks with outstretched handQ
That I was doomed not 'mid the watery roarN
To perish nor behold Zerbino moreN
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XIXD
'Though I had left on shipboard matters rareN
And precious in their nature gem and vestQ
So I might hope Zerbino's lot to shareN
I was content the sea should have the restQ
No dwelling on the beach appears nor thereN
Is any pathway seen by footsteps pressedQ
Only a hill whose woody top is beatQ
By ceaseless winds the waters bathe its feetQ
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XXD
'Here the fell tyrant Love aye prompt to rangeA2
And faithless to his every promise stillB2
Who watches ever how he may derangeA2
And mar our every reasonable willB2
Converts with woeful and disastrous changeA2
My comfort to despair my good to illB2
For he in whom Zerbino put his trustQ
Cooled in his loyal faith and burned with lustQ
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XXID
'Whether he his desire had nursed at seaD
And had not dared exhibit it beforeN
Or that it sprung from opportunityD
Suggested by that solitary shoreN
Without more pause in that lone desert heD
Would sate his greedy passion but forboreN
Till he of one could rid him of the twainC2
Who in the boat with us had scaped the mainC2
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XXIID
'A man of Scotland he Almonio hightQ
Who to Zerbino seemed great faith to bearN
And as a perfect warrior by the knightQ
Praised when to Odoric given his trust to shareN
To him the Spaniard said it were a slightQ
If I unto RN

Ludovico Ariosto



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