Orlando Furioso Canto 22 Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCBCBCDD EFEFEFGG EHEHEIJJ KFKFKF DLFFFFFFF DEEEEEEMM DCKDKDKNN DFFFFFFFF DFOFHFPFF KFKFKFKNN KFQFQFQEE KFFFFFFFF KFEFEFEKK KQFQFQFFF DKQKQKQFF DQKQKQKFF DFFFFFFKK DRFRFRFCC DFKFKFKKK KFEFEFESS KFEFEFEFF KFKFKFKEE KQQQQQ KK KFK| ARGUMENT | A |
| Atlantes' magic towers Astolpho wight | B |
| Destroys and frees his thralls from prison cell | C |
| Bradamant finds Rogero who in fight | B |
| O'erthrows four barons from the warlike sell | C |
| When on their way to save an errant knight | B |
| Doomed to devouring fire the four who fell | C |
| For impious Pinnabel maintained the strife | D |
| Whom after Bradamant deprives of life | D |
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| I | - |
| Ye courteous dames and to your lovers dear | E |
| You that are with one single love content | F |
| Though 'mid so many and many it is clear | E |
| Right few of you are of such constant bent | F |
| Be not displeased at what I said whilere | E |
| When I so bitterly Gabrina shent | F |
| Nor if I yet expend some other verse | G |
| In censure of the beldam's mind perverse | G |
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| II | - |
| Such was she and I hide not what is true | E |
| So was enjoined me for a task by one | H |
| Whose will is law therefore is honour due | E |
| To constant heart throughout my story done | H |
| He who betrayed his master to the Jew | E |
| For thirty pence nor Peter wronged nor John | I |
| Nor less renowned is Hypermnestra's fame | J |
| For her so many wicked sisters' shame | J |
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| III | - |
| For one I dare to censure in my lays | K |
| For so the story wills which I recite | F |
| On the other hand a hundred will I praise | K |
| And make their virtue dim the sun's fair light | F |
| But turning to the various pile I raise | K |
| Gramercy dear to many of the knight | F |
| Of Scotland I was telling who hard by | - |
| Had heard as was rehearsed a piercing cry | - |
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| IV | D |
| He entered 'twixt two hills a narrow way | L |
| From whence was heard the cry nor far had hied | F |
| Ere to a vale he came shut out from day | F |
| Where he before him a dead knight espied | F |
| Who I shall tell but first I must away | F |
| From France in the Levant to wander wide | F |
| Till I the paladin Astolpho find | F |
| Who westward had his course from thence inclined | F |
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| V | D |
| I in the cruel city left the peer | E |
| Whence with the formidable bugle's roar | E |
| He had chased the unfaithful people in their fear | E |
| And has preserved himself from peril sore | E |
| And with the sound had made his comrades rear | E |
| Then sail and fly with noted scorn that shore | E |
| Now following him I say the warrior took | M |
| The Armenian road and so that land forsook | M |
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| VI | D |
| He after some few days in Natoly | C |
| Finds himself and towards Brusa goes his ways | K |
| Hence wending on the hither side o' the sea | D |
| Makes Thrace through Hungary by the Danube lays | K |
| His course and as his horse had wings to flee | D |
| Traverses in less time than twenty days | K |
| Both the Moravian and Bohemian line | N |
| Threaded Franconia next and crost the Rhine | N |
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| VII | D |
| To Aix la Chapelle thence through Arden's wood | F |
| Came and embarked upon the Flemish strand | F |
| To sea with southern breeze his vessel stood | F |
| And so the favouring wind her canvas fanned | F |
| That he at little distance Albion viewed | F |
| By noon and disembarked upon her land | F |
| He backed his horse and so the rowels plied | F |
| In London he arrived by even tide | F |
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| VIII | D |
| Here learning afterwards that Otho old | F |
| Has lain for many months in Paris town | O |
| And that anew nigh every baron bold | F |
| Has after his renowned example done | H |
| He straightway does for France his sails unfold | F |
| And to the mouth of Thames again is gone | P |
| Whence issuing forth with all his canvas spread | F |
| For Calais he directs the galley's head | F |
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| IX | K |
| A breeze which from the starboard blowing light | F |
| Had tempted forth Astolpho's bark to sea | K |
| By little and by little waxed in might | F |
| And so at last obtains the mastery | K |
| The pilot is constrained to veer outright | F |
| Lest by the billows swampt his frigate be | K |
| And he departing from his first design | N |
| Keeps the bark straight before the cresting brine | N |
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| X | K |
| Now to the right now to the other hand | F |
| Sped by the tempest through the foaming main | Q |
| The vessel ran she took the happy land | F |
| At last nigh Rouen and forthwith in chain | Q |
| And plate Astolpho cased and girt with brand | F |
| Bade put the saddle upon Rabicane | Q |
| Departed thence and what availed him more | E |
| Than thousands armed with him his bugle bore | E |
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| XI | K |
| And traversing a forest at the feet | F |
| Of a fair hill arrived beside a font | F |
| What time the sheep foregoes his grassy meat | F |
| Penned in the cabin or the hollow mount | F |
| And overcome by feverish thirst and heat | F |
| Lifted the weighty morion from his front | F |
| Tethered his courser in the thickest wood | F |
| And with intent to drink approached the flood | F |
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| XII | K |
| His lips he had not wetted in its bed | F |
| Before a youthful rustic ambushed near | E |
| Sprang from a copse backed Rabican and fled | F |
| With the good courser of the cavalier | E |
| Astolpho hears the noise and lifts his head | F |
| And when he sees his mighty loss so clear | E |
| Satiate although he had not drunk upstarts | K |
| And after the young churl in fury darts | K |
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| XIII | K |
| That robber did not let the courser strain | Q |
| At speed or he had from the warrior shot | F |
| But loosening now and tightening now the rein | Q |
| Fled at a gallop or a steady trot | F |
| From the deep forest issued forth the twain | Q |
| After long round and reached in fine the spot | F |
| Where so many illustrious lords were shent | F |
| Worse prisoners they than if in prison pent | F |
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| XIV | D |
| On Rabican who with the wind might race | K |
| The villain sped within the enchanter's won | Q |
| Impeded by his shield and iron case | K |
| Parforce Astolpho far behind him run | Q |
| Yet there arrives as well but every trace | K |
| Of what the warrior had pursued is gone | Q |
| He neither Rabican nor thief can meet | F |
| And vainly rolls his eyes and plies his feet | F |
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| XV | D |
| He plies his feet and searches still in vain | Q |
| Throughout the house hall bower or galleried rows | K |
| Yet labours evermore with fruitless pain | Q |
| And care to find the treacherous churl nor knows | K |
| Where he can have secreted Rabicane | Q |
| Who every other animal outgoes | K |
| And vainly searches all day the dome about | F |
| Above below within it and without | F |
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| XVI | D |
| He wearied and confused with wandering wide | F |
| Perceived the place was by enchantment wrought | F |
| And of the book he carried at his side | F |
| By Logistilla given in India thought | F |
| Bestowed should new enchantment him betide | F |
| That needful succour might therein be sought | F |
| He to the index turns and quickly sees | K |
| What pages show the proper remedies | K |
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| XVII | D |
| I' the book of that enchanted house at large | R |
| Was written and in this was taught the way | F |
| To foil the enchanter and to set at large | R |
| The different prisoners subject to his sway | F |
| Of these illusions and these frauds in charge | R |
| A spirit pent beneath the threshold lay | F |
| And the stone raised which kept him fast below | C |
| With him the palace into smoke would go | C |
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| XVIII | D |
| Astolpho with desire to bring to end | F |
| An enterprise so passing fair delays | K |
| No more but to the task his force does bend | F |
| And prove how much the heavy marble weighs | K |
| As old Atlantes sees the knight intend | F |
| To bring to scorn his art and evil ways | K |
| Suspicious of the ill which may ensue | K |
| He moves to assail him with enchantments new | K |
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| XIX | K |
| He with his spells and shapes of devilish kind | F |
| Makes the duke different from his wont appear | E |
| To one a giant and to one a hind | F |
| To other an ill visaged cavalier | E |
| Each in the form which in the thicket blind | F |
| The false enchanter wore beholds the peer | E |
| So that they all with purpose to have back | S |
| What the magician took the duke attack | S |
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| XX | K |
| The Child Gradasso Iroldo Bradamant | F |
| Prasildo Brandimart and many more | E |
| All cheated by this new illusion pant | F |
| To slay the English baron angered sore | E |
| But he abased their pride and haughty vaunt | F |
| Who straight bethought him of the horn be bore | E |
| But for the succour of its echo dread | F |
| They without fail had laid Astolpho dead | F |
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| XXI | K |
| But he no sooner has the bugle wound | F |
| And poured a horrid larum than in guise | K |
| Of pigeons at the musquet's scaring sound | F |
| The troop of cavaliers affrighted flies | K |
| No less the necromancer starts astound | F |
| No less he from his den in panic hies | K |
| Troubled and pale and hurrying evermore | E |
| Till out of hearing of the horrid roar | E |
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| XXII | K |
| The warder fled with him his prisoned train | Q |
| And many steeds as well are fled and gone | Q |
| These more than rope is needed to restrain | Q |
| Who after their astounded masters run | Q |
| Scared by the sound nor cat nor mouse remain | Q |
| Who seem to hear in it 'Lay on lay on ' | - |
| Rabican with the rest had broke his bands | K |
| But that he fell into Astolpho's hands | K |
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| XXIII | K |
| He having chased the enchanter Moor away | F |
| Upraise | K |
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