Orlando Furioso Canto 2 Poem Rhyme Scheme

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Orlando Furioso Canto 2 Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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ARGUMENT	A
A hermit parts by means of hollow sprite	B
The two redoubted rivals' dangerous play	C
Rinaldo goes where Love and Hope invite	B
But is dispatched by Charles another way	C
Bradamont seeking her devoted knight	B
The good Rogero nigh becomes the prey	C
Of Pinabel who drops the damsel brave	D
Into the dungeon of a living grave	D
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I	-
Injurious love why still to mar accord	E
Between desires has been thy favourite feat	F
Why does it please thee so perfidious lord	E
Two hearts should with a different measure beat	F
Thou wilt not let me take the certain ford	E
Dragging me where the stream is deep and fleet	F
Her I abandon who my love desires	G
While she who hates respect and love inspires	H
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II	-
Thou to Rinaldo show'st the damsel fair	I
While he seems hideous to that gentle dame	J
And he who when the lady's pride and care	I
Paid back with deepest hate her amorous flame	J
Now pines himself the victim of despair	I
Scorned in his turn and his reward the same	J
By the changed damsel in such sort abhorred	E
She would choose death before that hated lord	E
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III	-
He to the Pagan cries Forego thy theft	K
And down false felon from that pilfer'd steed	L
I am not wont to let my own be reft	L
And he who seeks it dearly pays the deed	L
More I shall take from thee yon lovely weft	L
To leave thee such a prize were foul misdeed	L
And horse and maid whose worth outstrips belief	M
Were ill methinks relinquished to a thief	M
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IV	M
Thou liest the haughty Saracen retorts	N
As proud and burning with as fierce a flame	J
A thief thyself if Fame the truth reports	N
But let good deeds decide our dubious claim	J
With whom the steed or damsel fair assorts	N
Best proved by valiant deeds though for the dame	J
That nothing is so precious I with thee	O
Search the wide world throughout may well agree	O
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V	O
As two fierce dogs will somtimes stand at gaze	N
Whom hate or other springs of strife inspire	P
And grind their teeth while each his foe surveys	N
With sidelong glance and eyes more red than fire	Q
Then either falls to bites and hoarsely bays	N
While their stiff bristles stand on end with ire	P
So from reproach and menace to the sword	L
Pass Sacripant and Clermont's angry lord	L
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VI	M
Thus kindling into wrath the knights engage	R
One is on foot the other on his horse	N
Small gain to this for inexperienced page	R
Would better rein his charger in the course	N
For such Baiardo's sense he will not wage	R
War with his master or put out his force	N
For voice nor hand nor manage will he stir	Q
Rebellious to the rein or goading spur	Q
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VII	M
He when the king would urge him takes the rest	L
Or when he curbs him runs in giddy rings	N
And drops his head beneath his spreading chest	L
And plays his spine and runs an end and flings	N
And now the furious Saracen distressed	L
Sees 'tis no time to tame the beast and springs	N
With one hand on the pummel to the ground	L
Clear of the restless courser at a bound	L
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VIII	M
As soon as Sacripant with well timed leap	S
Is from the fury of Bayardo freed	L
You may believe the battle does not sleep	S
Between those champions matched in heart and deed	L
Their sounding blades such changeful measure keep	S
The hammer strokes of Vulcan with less speed	L
Descend in that dim cavern where he heats	N
And Jove's red thunders on his anvil beats	N
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IX	N
Sometimes they lunge then feign the thrust and parry	O
Deep masters of the desperate game they play	C
Or rise upon the furious stroke and carry	O
Their swords aloft or stoop and stand at bay	C
Again they close again exhausted tarry	O
Now hide now show themselves and now give way	C
And where one knight an inch of ground has granted	L
His foeman's foot upon that inch is planted	L
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X	N
When lo Rinaldo now impatient grown	T
Strikes full at Sacripant with lifted blade	L
And he puts forth his buckler made of bone	T
And well with strong and stubborn steel inlaid	L
Though passing thick Fusberta cleaves it groan	T
Greenwood and covert close and sunny glade	L
The paynim's arm rings senseless with the blow	U
And steel and bone like ice in shivers go	U
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XI	O
When the fair damsel saw with timid eye	M
Such ruin follow from the faulchion's sway	C
She like the criminal whose doom is nigh	M
Changed her fair countenance through sore dismay	C
And deemed that little time was left to fly	M
If she would not be that Rinaldo's prey	C
Rinaldo loathed by her as much as he	O
Doats on the scornful damsel miserably	O
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XII	O
So turned her horse into the gloomy chase	O
And drove him through rough path and tangled ally	M
And oftentimes bent back her bloodless face	O
And saw Rinaldo from each thicket sally	O
Nor flying long had urged the frantic race	O
Before she met a hermit in a valley	O
Devotion in his aspect was expressed	L
And his long beard descended on his breast	L
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XIII	O
Wasted he was as much by fasts as age	R
And on an ass was mounted slow and sure	V
His visage warranted that never sage	R
Had conscience more precise or passing pure	V
Though in his arteries time had stilled the rage	R
Of blood and spake him feeble and demure	V
At sight of the delighted damsel he	O
Was inly stirred for very charity	O
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XIV	M
The lady prayed that kindly friar that he	O
Would straight conduct her to some haven near	W
For that she from the land of France might flee	O
And never more of loathed Rinaldo hear	X
The hermit who was skilled in sorcery	O
Ceased not to soothe the gentle damsel's fear	W
And with the promise of deliverance shook	Y
His pocket and drew forth a secret book	Y
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XV	M
This opened quick and mighty marvel wrought	L
For not a leaf is finished by the sage	R
Before a spirit by his bidding brought	L
Waits his command in likeness of a page	R
He by the magic writ constrained and taught	L
Hastes where the warriors face to face engage	R
In the cool shade but not in cool disport	L
And steps between and stops their battle short	L
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XVI	M
In courtesy he cried let either show	U
What his foe's death to either can avail	Z
And what the guerdon conquest will bestow	U
On him who in the battle shall prevail	Z
If Roland though he has not struck a blow	U
Or snapt in fight a single link of mail	Z
To Paris town conveys the damsel gay	C
Who has engaged you in this bitter fray	C
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XVII	M
Within an easy mile I saw the peer	W
Pricking to Paris with that lady bright	L
Riding in merry mood with laugh and jeer	W
And mocking at your fierce and fruitless fight	L
Sure it were better while they yet are near	W
To follow peer and damsel in their flight	L
For should he once in Paris place his prize	O
The lady never more shall meet your eyes	O
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XVIII	M
You might have seen those angry cavaliers	O
Change at the demon's tale for rage and shame	J
And curse themselves as wanting eyes and ears	O
To let their rival cheat them of the dame	J
Towards his horse the good Rinaldo steers	O
Breathing forth piteous sighs which seem of flame	J
And if he joins Orlando ere they part	L
Swears in his fury he will have his heart	L
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XIX	O
So passing where the prompt Bayardo stood	L
Leaps on his back and leaves as swift as wind	L
Without farewell his rival in the wood	L
Much less invites him to a seat behind	L
The goaded charger in his heat of blood	L
Forces whate'er his eager course confined	L
Ditch river tangled thorn or marble block	A2
He swims the river and he clears the rock	A2
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XX	O
Let it not sir sound strangely in your ear	X
Rinaldo took the steed thus readily	O
So long and vainly followed far and near	W
For he endued with reasoning faculty	O
Had not in vice lured on the following peer	W
But fled before his cherished lord that he	O
Might guide him whither went the gentle dame	J
For whom as he had heard he nursed a flame	J
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XXI	O
For when An	B2