Orlando Furioso Canto 18 Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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ARGUMENTA
Gryphon is venged Sir Mandricardo goesB
In search of Argier's king Charles wins the fightC
Marphisa Norandino's men o'erthrowsB
Due pains Martano's cowardice requiteC
A favouring wind Marphisa's gallery blowsB
For France with Gryphon bound and many a knightC
The field Medoro and Cloridano treadC
And find their monarch Dardinello deadC
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I-
High minded lord your actions evermoreD
I have with reason lauded and still laudC
Though I with style inapt and rustic loreD
You of large portion of your praise defraudC
But of your many virtues one beforeD
All others I with heart and tongue applaudC
That if each man a gracious audience findsB
No easy faith your equal judgment blindsB
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II-
Often to shield the absent one from blameE
I hear you this or other thing adduceB
Or him you let at least an audience claimE
Where still one ear is open to excuseB
And before dooming men to scaith and shameE
To see and hear them ever is your useB
And ere you judge another many a dayC
And month and year your sentence to delayC
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III-
Had Norandine been with your care enduedC
What he by Gryphon did he had not doneF
Profit and fame have from your rule accruedC
A stain more black than pitch he cast uponG
His name through him his people were pursuedC
And put to death by Olivero's sonF
Who at ten cuts or thrusts in fury madeC
Some thirty dead about the waggon laidC
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IV-
Whither fear drives in rout the others allH
Some scattered here some there on every sideC
Fill road and field to gain the city wallH
Some strive and smothered in the mighty tideC
One on another in the gateway fallH
Gryphon all thought of pity laid asideC
Threats not nor speaks but whirls his sword aboutC
Well venging on the crowd their every floutC
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V-
Of those who to the portal foremost fleedC
The readiest of the crowd their feet to ply-
Part more intent upon their proper needC
Than their friends' peril raise the draw bridge high-
Part weeping and with deathlike visage speedC
Nor turn their eyes behind them as they fly-
While through the ample city outcry loudC
And noise and tumult rises from the crowdC
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VI-
Two nimble Gryphon seizes mid the trainI
When to their woe the bridge is raised of oneF
Upon the field the warrior strews the brainI
Which he bears out on a hard grinding stoneJ
Seized by the breast the other of the twainI
Over the city wall by him is thrownJ
Fear chills the townsmen's marrow when they spy-
The luckless wretch descending from the sky-
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VII-
Many there were who feared in their alarmsB
Lest o'er the wall Sir Gryphon would have vaultedC
Nor greater panic seized upon those swarmsB
Than if the soldan had the town assaultedC
The sound of running up and down of armsB
Of cry of Muezzins on high exaltedC
Of drums and trumpets heaven 'twould seem reboundedC
And that the world was by the noise confoundedC
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VIII-
But I will to another time delayC
What chanced on this occasion to recountC
'Tis meet I follow Charles upon his wayC
Hurrying in search of furious RodomontC
Who did the monarch's suffering people slayC
I said with him the danger to affrontC
Went Namus Oliver the Danish peerK
Avino Avolio Otho and BerlinghierK
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IXB
Eight lances' shock that eight such warriors guideC
Which all at once against the king they restC
Endured the stout and scaly serpent's hideC
In which the cruel Moor his limbs had drestC
As a barque rights itself the sheet untiedC
Which held its sail by growing wind opprestC
So speedily Sir Rodomont aroseB
Though a hill had been uprooted by the blowsB
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XB
Rainier and Guido Richard SalomonF
Ivan Ughetto Turpin and the twainI
Angiolin Angelier false GanellonI
And Mark and Matthew from St Michael's plainI
With the eight of whom I spake all set uponI
The foe with Edward and Sir ArimaneI
Who leading succours from the English shoreK
Had lodged them in the town short time beforeK
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XIB
Not so well keyed into the solid stoneI
Groans upon Alpine height the castle goodC
When by rude Boreas' rage or Eurus' strownI
Uptorn are ash and fir in mountain woodC
As groans Sir Rodomont with pride o'erblownI
Inflamed with anger and with thirst of bloodC
And as the thunder and the lightning's fireK
Fly coupled such his vengeance and his ireK
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XIIB
He at his head took aim who stood most nigh-
Ughetto was the miserable wightC
Whom to the teeth he clove and left to die-
Though of good temper was his helmet brightC
As well the others many strokes let fly-
At him himself which all the warrior smiteC
But harm so hard the dragon's hide no moreK
Than needle can the solid anvil scoreK
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XIIIB
All the defences round abandoned areK
The unpeopled city is abandoned allH
For where the danger is the greater thereK
The many give their aid at Charles' callH
Through every street they hurry to the squareK
Since flying nought avails from work and wallH
Their bosoms so the monarch's presence warmsB
That each again takes courage each takes armsB
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XIV-
As when within the closely fastened cageL
Of an old lioness well used to fightC
An untamed bull is prisoned to engageL
The savage monster for the mob's delightC
The cubs who see him cresting in his rageL
And round the den loud bellowing to the sightC
Of the huge beast's enormous horns unusedC
Cower at a distance timid and confusedC
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XV-
But if the mother spring at him and hangM
Fixing her cruel tusks into his earK
Her whelps as well will blood their greedy fangM
And bold in her defence assail the steerK
One bites his paunch and one his back so sprangM
That band upon the paynim cavalierK
From roof and window and from place more nigh-
Poured in a ceaseless shower the weapons fly-
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XVI-
Of cavaliers and footmen such the squeezeB
That hardly can the place the press containI
They cluster there as thick as swarming beesB
Who thither from each passage troop amainI
So that were they unarmed and with more easeB
Than stalks or turnips he could cleave the trainI
Ill Rodomont in twenty days would clearK
The gathering crowd united far and nearK
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XVII-
Unknowing how himself from thence to freeB
The paynim by this game is angered soreK
Who little thins the gathering rabbleryK
Staining the ground with thousands slain or moreK
And all the while in his extremityB
Finds that his breath comes thicker than beforeK
And sees he cannot pierce the hostile roundC
Unless he thence escape while strong and soundC
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XVIII-
The monarch rolls about his horrid eyesB
And sees that foes all outlets barricadeC
But at the cost of countless enemiesB
A path shall quickly by his hand be madeC
Where Fury calls him lo the felon hiesB
And brandishes on high his trenchant bladeC
To assail the newly entered British bandC
Which Edward and Sir Ariman commandC
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XIXB
He who has seen the fence in well thonged squareK
Against whose stakes the eddying crowd is bornI
By wild bull broken that has had to bearK
Through the long day dogs blows and ceaseless scornI
Who hunts the scattered people here and thereK
And this or that now hoists upon his hornI
Let him as such or fiercer yet accountC
When he breaks forth the cruel RodomontC
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XXB
At one cross blow fifteen or twenty foesB
He hews as many leaves without a beadC
At cross or downright stroke as if he rowsB
Trashes in vineyard or in willow bedC
At last all smeared with blood the paynim goesB
Safe from the place which he has heaped with deadC
And wheresoe'er he turns his steps are leftC
Heads arms and other members maimed and cleftC
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XXIB
He from the square retires in such a modeC
None can perceive that danger him appalsB
But during this what were the safest roadC
By which to sally he to thought recalsB
He comes at last to where the river flowedC
Below the isle and past without the wallsB
In daring men at arms and mob increaseB
Who press him sore nor let him part in peaceB
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XXIIB
As the high couraged beast whom hunters startC
In the wild Nomade or Massilian chaceB
Who even in flying shows his noble heartC
And threatening seeks his lair with sluggish paceB
From that strange wood of sword and spearK

Ludovico Ariosto



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