Orlando Furioso Canto 19 Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABBBCBCBB DBDBDBBB EFEFEFBB CGCGCGHH IBIBIBI JFJFKFLL BMBMBMBB INININII O D O PP MBBBBBBBB MIPI IP MI I I BPB BPBB BBBBBBBB Q Q Q BB BIBIBIBB IPIPIPBB I I IPP PBPBPBBB BIBIBIBB I I IBB BIBMBM BPBPBPBRARGUMENT | A |
Medoro by Angelica's quaint hand | B |
Is healed and weds and bears her to Catay | B |
At length Marphisa with the chosen band | B |
After long suffering makes Laiazzi's bay | C |
Guido the savage bondsman in the land | B |
Which impious women rule with civil sway | C |
With Marphisa strives in single fight | B |
And lodges her and hers at full of night | B |
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I | - |
By whom he is beloved can no one know | D |
Who on the top of Fortune's wheel is seated | B |
Since he by true and faithless friends with show | D |
Of equal faith in glad estate is greeted | B |
But should felicity be changed to woe | D |
The flattering multitude is turned and fleeted | B |
While he who loves his master from his heart | B |
Even after death performs his faithful part | B |
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II | - |
Were the heart seen as is the outward cheer | E |
He who at court is held in sovereign grace | F |
And he that to his lord is little dear | E |
With parts reversed would fill each other's place | F |
The humble man the greater would appear | E |
And he now first be hindmost in the race | F |
But be Medoro's faithful story said | B |
The youth who loved his lord alive or dead | B |
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III | - |
The closest path amid the forest gray | C |
To save himself pursued the youth forlorn | G |
But all his schemes were marred by the delay | C |
Of that sore weight upon his shoulders born | G |
The place he knew not and mistook the way | C |
And hid himself again in sheltering thorn | G |
Secure and distant was his mate that through | H |
The greenwood shade with lighter shoulders flew | H |
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IV | - |
So far was Cloridan advanced before | I |
He heard the boy no longer in the wind | B |
But when he marked the absence of Medore | I |
It seemed as if his heart was left behind | B |
'Ah how was I so negligent ' the Moor | I |
Exclaimed 'so far beside myself and blind | B |
That I Medoro should without thee fare | I |
Nor know when I deserted thee or where ' | - |
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V | - |
So saying in the wood he disappears | J |
Plunging into the maze with hurried pace | F |
And thither whence he lately issued steers | J |
And desperate of death returns in trace | F |
Cries and the tread of steeds this while he hears | K |
And word and the tread of foemen as in chase | F |
Lastly Medoro by his voice is known | L |
Disarmed on foot 'mid many horse alone | L |
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VI | - |
A hundred horsemen who the youth surround | B |
Zerbino leads and bids his followers seize | M |
The stripling like a top the boy turns round | B |
And keeps him as he can among the trees | M |
Behind oak elm beech ash he takes his ground | B |
Nor from the cherished load his shoulders frees | M |
Wearied at length the burden he bestowed | B |
Upon the grass and stalked about his load | B |
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VII | - |
As in her rocky cavern the she bear | I |
With whom close warfare Alpine hunters wage | N |
Uncertain hangs about her shaggy care | I |
And growls in mingled sound of love and rage | N |
To unsheath her claws and blood her tushes bare | I |
Would natural hate and wrath the beast engage | N |
Love softens her and bids from strife retire | I |
And for her offspring watch amid her ire | I |
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VIII | - |
Cloridan who to aid him knows not how | O |
And with Medoro willingly would die | - |
But who would not for death this being forego | D |
Until more foes than one should lifeless lie | - |
Ambushed his sharpest arrow to his bow | O |
Fits and directs it with so true an eye | - |
The feathered weapon bores a Scotchman's brain | P |
And lays the warrior dead upon the plain | P |
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IX | M |
Together all the others of the band | B |
Turned thither whence was shot the murderous reed | B |
Meanwhile he launched another from his stand | B |
That a new foe might by the weapon bleed | B |
Whom while he made of this and that demand | B |
And loudly questioned who had done the deed | B |
The arrow reached transfixed the wretch's throat | B |
And cut his question short in middle note | B |
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X | M |
Zerbino captain of those horse no more | I |
Can at the piteous sight his wrath refrain | P |
In furious heat he springs upon Medore | I |
Exclaiming 'Thou of this shalt bear the pain ' | - |
One hand he in his locks of golden ore | I |
Enwreaths and drags him to himself amain | P |
But as his eyes that beauteous face survey | - |
Takes pity on the boy and does not slay | - |
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XI | M |
To him the stripling turns with suppliant cry | I |
And 'By thy God sir knight ' exclaims 'I pray | - |
Be not so passing cruel nor deny | I |
That I in earth my honoured king may lay | - |
No other grace I supplicate nor I | I |
This for the love of life believe me say | - |
So much no longer space of life I crave | - |
As may suffice to give my lord a grave | - |
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XII | - |
'And if you needs must feed the beast and bird | B |
Like Theban Creon let their worst be done | P |
Upon these limbs so that by me interred | B |
In earth be those of good Almontes' son ' | - |
Medoro thus his suit with grace preferred | B |
And words to move a mountain and so won | P |
Upon Zerbino's mood to kindness turned | B |
With love and pity he all over burned | B |
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XIII | - |
This while a churlish horseman of the band | B |
Who little deference for his lord confest | B |
His lance uplifting wounded overhand | B |
The unhappy suppliant in his dainty breast | B |
Zerbino who the cruel action scanned | B |
Was deeply stirred the rather that opprest | B |
And livid with the blow the churl had sped | B |
Medoro fell as he was wholly dead | B |
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XIV | - |
So grieved Zerbino with such wrath was stung | Q |
'Not unavenged shalt thou remain ' he cries | - |
Then full of evil will in fury sprung | Q |
Upon the author of the foul emprize | - |
But he his vantage marks and from among | Q |
The warriors in a moment slips and flies | - |
Cloridan who beholds the deed at sight | B |
Of young Medoro's fall springs forth to fight | B |
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XV | - |
And casts away his bow and 'mid the band | B |
Of foemen whirls his falchion in desire | I |
Rather of death than hoping that his hand | B |
May snatch a vengeance equal to his ire | I |
Amid so many blades he views the sand | B |
Tinged with his blood and ready to expire | I |
And feeling he the sword no more can guide | B |
Lets himself drop by his Medoro's side | B |
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XVI | - |
The Scots pursue their chief who pricks before | I |
Through the deep wood inspired by high disdain | P |
When he has left the one and the other Moor | I |
This dead that scarce alive upon the plain | P |
There for a mighty space lay young Medore | I |
Spouting his life blood from so large a vein | P |
He would have perished but that thither made | B |
A stranger as it chanced who lent him aid | B |
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XVII | - |
By chance arrived a damsel at the place | - |
Who was though mean and rustic was her wear | I |
Of royal presence and of beauteous face | - |
And lofty manners sagely debonair | I |
Her have I left unsung so long a space | - |
That you will hardly recognise the fair | I |
Angelica in her if known not scan | P |
The lofty daughter of Catay's great khan | P |
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XVIII | - |
Angelica when she had won again | P |
The ring Brunello had from her conveyed | B |
So waxed in stubborn pride and haught disdain | P |
She seemed to scorn this ample world and strayed | B |
Alone and held as cheap each living swain | P |
Although amid the best by Fame arrayed | B |
Nor brooked she to remember a galant | B |
In Count Orlando or king Sacripant | B |
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XIX | - |
And above every other deed repented | B |
That good Rinaldo she had loved of yore | I |
And that to look so low she had consented | B |
As by such choice dishonoured grieved her sore | I |
Love hearing this such arrogance resented | B |
And would the damsel's pride endure no more | I |
Where young Medoro lay he took his stand | B |
And waited her with bow and shaft in hand | B |
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XX | - |
When fair Angelica the stripling spies | - |
Nigh hurt to death in that disastrous fray | I |
Who for his king that there unsheltered lies | - |
More sad than for his own misfortune lay | I |
She feels new pity in her bosom rise | - |
Which makes its entry in unwonted way | I |
Touched was her haughty heart once hard and curst | B |
And more when he his piteous tale rehearsed | B |
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XXI | - |
And calling back to memory her art | B |
For she in Ind had learned chirurgery | I |
Since it appears such studies in that part | B |
Worthy of praise and fame are held to be | M |
And as an heir loom sires to sons impart | B |
With little aid of books the mystery | M |
Disposed herself to work with simples' juice | - |
Till she in him should healthier life produce | - |
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XXII | - |
And recollects a herb had caught her sight | B |
In passing hither on a pleasant plain | P |
What whether dittany or pancy hight | B |
I know not fraught with virtue to restrain | P |
The crimson blood forth welling and of might | B |
To sheathe each perilous and piercing pain | P |
She found it near and having pulled the weed | B |
Returned to seek | R |
Ludovico Ariosto
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