Orlando Furioso Canto 17 Poem Rhyme Scheme

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ARGUMENT	A
Charles goes with his against King Rodomont	A
Gryphon in Norandino's tournament	A
Does mighty deeds Martano turns his front	A
Showing how recreant is his natural bent	A
And next on Gryphon to bring down affront	A
Stole from the knight the arms in which he went	A
Hence by the kindly monarch much esteemed	A
And Gryphon scorned whom he Martano deemed	A
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I	-
God outraged by our rank iniquity	A
Whenever crimes have past remission's bound	A
That mercy may with justice mingled be	A
Has monstrous and destructive tyrants crowned	A
And gifted them with force and subtlety	A
A sinful world to punish and confound	A
Marius and Sylla to this end were nursed	A
Rome with two Neros and a Caius cursed	A
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II	-
Domitian and the latter Antonine	B
And lifted from the lowest rabble's lees	C
To imperial place and puissance Maximine	B
Hence Thebes to cruel Creon bent her knees	C
Mezentius ruled the subject Agiline	B
Fattening his fields with blood To pests like these	C
Our Italy was given in later day	A
To Lombard Goth and Hun a bleeding prey	A
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III	-
What shall I of fierce Attila what say	A
Of wicked Ezzeline and hundreds more	D
Whom because men still trod the crooked way	A
God sent them for their pain and torment sore	D
Of this ourselves have made a clear assay	A
As well as those who lived in days of yore	D
Consigned to ravening wolves ordained to keep	E
Us his ill nurturing and unuseful sheep	E
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IV	-
Who as if having more than served to fill	F
Their hungry maw invite from foreign wood	A
Beyond the mountain wolves of greedier will	F
With them to be partakers of their food	A
The bones which Thrasymene and Trebbia fill	F
And Cannae seem but few to what are strewed	A
On fattened field and bank where on their way	A
Adda and Mella Ronco and Tarro stray	A
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V	-
Now God permits that we should feel the spite	A
Of people who are haply worse than we	-
For errors multiplied and infinite	A
And foul and pestilent iniquity	-
The time will come we may such ill requite	-
Upon their shores if we shall better be	-
And their transgressions ever prove above	-
The long endurance of AETERNAL LOVE	-
	-
VI	-
The Christian people then God's placid front	-
Must have disturbed with their excesses sore	D
Since them with slaughter rape and rapine hunt	-
Through all their quarters plundering Turk and Moor	G
But the unsparing rage of Rodomont	-
Proves worse than all the ills endured before	D
I said that Charlemagne had made repair	H
In search of him towards the city square	H
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VII	-
Charles by the way his people's butchery	-
Beholds burnt palaces and ruined fanes	A
And sees large portion of the city lie	-
In unexampled wreck 'Ye coward trains	A
Whither in heartless panic would ye fly	-
Will none his loss contemplate what remains	A
To you what place of refuge say is left	-
If this from you so shamefully be reft	-
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VIII	-
'Then shall one man alone a prisoned foe	-
Who cannot scale the walls which round him spread	-
Unscathed unquestioned from your city go	-
When all are by his vengeful arm laid dead '	-
Thus Charlemagne whose veins with anger glow	-
And shame too strong to brook in fury said	-
And to the spacious square made good his way	A
Where he beheld the foe his people slay	A
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IX	A
Thither large portion of the populace	A
Climbing the palace roof had made resort	-
For strongly walled and furnished was the place	A
With ammunition for their long support	-
Rodomont mad with pride had in his chace	A
Of the scared burghers singly cleared the court	-
He with one daring hand which scorned the world	-
Brandished the sword his other wildfire hurled	-
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X	A
And smote and thundered 'mid a fearful shower	I
At the sublime and royal house's gate	-
To their life's peril crumbling roof and tower	I
Is tost by them that on the summit wait	-
Nor any fears to ruin hall or bower	I
But wood and stone endure one common fate	-
And marbled column slab and gilded beam	J
By sire and grandsire held in high esteem	J
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XI	A
Rodomont stands before the portal bright	-
With steel his head and bust secured in mail	K
Like to a serpent issued into light	-
Having cast off his slough diseased and stale	K
Who more than ever joying in his might	-
Renewed in youth and proud of polished scale	K
Darts his three tongues fire flashing from his eyes	A
While every frighted beast before him flies	A
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XII	A
Nor bulwark stone nor arbalest nor bow	L
Nor what upon the paynim smote beside	-
Sufficed to arrest the sanguinary foe	-
Who broke and hewed and shook that portal wide	-
And in his fury let such day light through	M
'Twas easy to espy and might be spied	-
In visages o'ercast in death like sort	-
That full of people was the palace court	-
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XIII	A
Through those fair chambers echoed shouts of dread	-
And feminine lament from dame distrest	-
And grieving through the house pale women fled	-
Who wept afflicted sore and beat their breast	-
And hugged the door post and the genial bed	-
Too soon to be by stranger lords possest	-
The matter in this state of peril hung	N
When thither came the king his peers among	N
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XIV	-
Charles turned him round to these of vigorous hand	-
Whom he had found in former peril true	M
'Are you not those that erst with me did stand	-
'Gainst Agolant in Aspramont In you	M
Is vigour now so spent he said the band	-
Who him Troyano and Almontes slew	M
With hundreds more that you now fear to face	A
One of that very blood that very race	A
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XV	-
'Why should I now in contest with the foe	-
Less strength in you behold than them Your might	-
Upon this hound pursued the monarch show	-
This hound who preys on man A generous sprite	-
The thought of death approach he fast or slow	-
So that he dies but well holds cheap and light	-
But where you are I doubt my fortune ill	F
For by your succour have I conquered still '	-
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XVI	-
This said he spurred his courser couched his spear	O
And charged the paynim nor of life less free	A
Sir Ogier joined the king in his career	O
Namus and Oliver and with the three	A
Avino Avolio Otho and Berlinghier	A
For one without the rest I never see	A
And on the bosom flanks and on the front	-
All smote together at King Rodomont	-
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XVII	-
But let us sir for love of Heaven forego	-
Of anger and of death the noisome lore	A
And be it deemed that I have said enow	B
For this while of that Saracen not more	A
Cruel than strong 'tis time in trace to go	-
Of Gryphon left with Origille before	A
Damascus' gate and him who with her came	P
The adulterer not the brother of the dame	P
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XVIII	-
Of all the cities under eastern skies	A
Most wealthy populous and fairly dight	-
'Tis said Damascus is which distant lies	A
From Salem seven days' journey its fair site	-
A fertile plain abundant fruits supplies	A
Winter and summer sojourn of delight	-
Shading the city from the dawning day	-
A mountain intercepts its early ray	-
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XIX	A
Two crystal streams the wealthy city scower	-
Whose currents parted into many a rill	F
Infinite gardens never bare of flower	-
Or stript of leaf with grateful murmur fill	F
'Tis said the perfumed waters are of power	-
So plenteously they swell to turn a mill	F
And that whoever wander through the streets	A
Scent issuing from each home a cloud of sweets	A
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XX	A
Then the high street gay signs of triumph wore	-
Covered with showy cloths of different dye	-
Which deck the walls while sylvan leaves in store	-
And scented herbs upon the pavement lie	-
Adorned is every window every door	-
With carpeting and finest drapery	-
But more with ladies fair and richly drest	-
In costly jewels and in gorgeous vest	-
	-
XXI	A
Within the city gates in frolic sport	-
Many are seen to ply the festive dance	A
And here the burghers of the better sort	-
Upon their gay and well trapt coursers prance	A
A fairer show remains the sumptuous court	-
Of barons bold and vassals who advance	A
Garnished with what could be procured of ore	-
And pearl from Ind and Erythraean shore	-
	-
XXII	A
Forward Sir Gryphon pricked with his array	-
Surveying	Q