Orlando Furioso Canto 22 Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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ARGUMENTA
Atlantes' magic towers Astolpho wightB
Destroys and frees his thralls from prison cellC
Bradamant finds Rogero who in fightB
O'erthrows four barons from the warlike sellC
When on their way to save an errant knightB
Doomed to devouring fire the four who fellC
For impious Pinnabel maintained the strifeD
Whom after Bradamant deprives of lifeD
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I-
Ye courteous dames and to your lovers dearE
You that are with one single love contentF
Though 'mid so many and many it is clearE
Right few of you are of such constant bentF
Be not displeased at what I said whilereE
When I so bitterly Gabrina shentF
Nor if I yet expend some other verseG
In censure of the beldam's mind perverseG
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II-
Such was she and I hide not what is trueE
So was enjoined me for a task by oneH
Whose will is law therefore is honour dueE
To constant heart throughout my story doneH
He who betrayed his master to the JewE
For thirty pence nor Peter wronged nor JohnI
Nor less renowned is Hypermnestra's fameJ
For her so many wicked sisters' shameJ
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III-
For one I dare to censure in my laysK
For so the story wills which I reciteF
On the other hand a hundred will I praiseK
And make their virtue dim the sun's fair lightF
But turning to the various pile I raiseK
Gramercy dear to many of the knightF
Of Scotland I was telling who hard by-
Had heard as was rehearsed a piercing cry-
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IVD
He entered 'twixt two hills a narrow wayL
From whence was heard the cry nor far had hiedF
Ere to a vale he came shut out from dayF
Where he before him a dead knight espiedF
Who I shall tell but first I must awayF
From France in the Levant to wander wideF
Till I the paladin Astolpho findF
Who westward had his course from thence inclinedF
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VD
I in the cruel city left the peerE
Whence with the formidable bugle's roarE
He had chased the unfaithful people in their fearE
And has preserved himself from peril soreE
And with the sound had made his comrades rearE
Then sail and fly with noted scorn that shoreE
Now following him I say the warrior tookM
The Armenian road and so that land forsookM
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VID
He after some few days in NatolyC
Finds himself and towards Brusa goes his waysK
Hence wending on the hither side o' the seaD
Makes Thrace through Hungary by the Danube laysK
His course and as his horse had wings to fleeD
Traverses in less time than twenty daysK
Both the Moravian and Bohemian lineN
Threaded Franconia next and crost the RhineN
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VIID
To Aix la Chapelle thence through Arden's woodF
Came and embarked upon the Flemish strandF
To sea with southern breeze his vessel stoodF
And so the favouring wind her canvas fannedF
That he at little distance Albion viewedF
By noon and disembarked upon her landF
He backed his horse and so the rowels pliedF
In London he arrived by even tideF
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VIIID
Here learning afterwards that Otho oldF
Has lain for many months in Paris townO
And that anew nigh every baron boldF
Has after his renowned example doneH
He straightway does for France his sails unfoldF
And to the mouth of Thames again is goneP
Whence issuing forth with all his canvas spreadF
For Calais he directs the galley's headF
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IXK
A breeze which from the starboard blowing lightF
Had tempted forth Astolpho's bark to seaK
By little and by little waxed in mightF
And so at last obtains the masteryK
The pilot is constrained to veer outrightF
Lest by the billows swampt his frigate beK
And he departing from his first designN
Keeps the bark straight before the cresting brineN
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XK
Now to the right now to the other handF
Sped by the tempest through the foaming mainQ
The vessel ran she took the happy landF
At last nigh Rouen and forthwith in chainQ
And plate Astolpho cased and girt with brandF
Bade put the saddle upon RabicaneQ
Departed thence and what availed him moreE
Than thousands armed with him his bugle boreE
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XIK
And traversing a forest at the feetF
Of a fair hill arrived beside a fontF
What time the sheep foregoes his grassy meatF
Penned in the cabin or the hollow mountF
And overcome by feverish thirst and heatF
Lifted the weighty morion from his frontF
Tethered his courser in the thickest woodF
And with intent to drink approached the floodF
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XIIK
His lips he had not wetted in its bedF
Before a youthful rustic ambushed nearE
Sprang from a copse backed Rabican and fledF
With the good courser of the cavalierE
Astolpho hears the noise and lifts his headF
And when he sees his mighty loss so clearE
Satiate although he had not drunk upstartsK
And after the young churl in fury dartsK
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XIIIK
That robber did not let the courser strainQ
At speed or he had from the warrior shotF
But loosening now and tightening now the reinQ
Fled at a gallop or a steady trotF
From the deep forest issued forth the twainQ
After long round and reached in fine the spotF
Where so many illustrious lords were shentF
Worse prisoners they than if in prison pentF
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XIVD
On Rabican who with the wind might raceK
The villain sped within the enchanter's wonQ
Impeded by his shield and iron caseK
Parforce Astolpho far behind him runQ
Yet there arrives as well but every traceK
Of what the warrior had pursued is goneQ
He neither Rabican nor thief can meetF
And vainly rolls his eyes and plies his feetF
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XVD
He plies his feet and searches still in vainQ
Throughout the house hall bower or galleried rowsK
Yet labours evermore with fruitless painQ
And care to find the treacherous churl nor knowsK
Where he can have secreted RabicaneQ
Who every other animal outgoesK
And vainly searches all day the dome aboutF
Above below within it and withoutF
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XVID
He wearied and confused with wandering wideF
Perceived the place was by enchantment wroughtF
And of the book he carried at his sideF
By Logistilla given in India thoughtF
Bestowed should new enchantment him betideF
That needful succour might therein be soughtF
He to the index turns and quickly seesK
What pages show the proper remediesK
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XVIID
I' the book of that enchanted house at largeR
Was written and in this was taught the wayF
To foil the enchanter and to set at largeR
The different prisoners subject to his swayF
Of these illusions and these frauds in chargeR
A spirit pent beneath the threshold layF
And the stone raised which kept him fast belowC
With him the palace into smoke would goC
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XVIIID
Astolpho with desire to bring to endF
An enterprise so passing fair delaysK
No more but to the task his force does bendF
And prove how much the heavy marble weighsK
As old Atlantes sees the knight intendF
To bring to scorn his art and evil waysK
Suspicious of the ill which may ensueK
He moves to assail him with enchantments newK
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XIXK
He with his spells and shapes of devilish kindF
Makes the duke different from his wont appearE
To one a giant and to one a hindF
To other an ill visaged cavalierE
Each in the form which in the thicket blindF
The false enchanter wore beholds the peerE
So that they all with purpose to have backS
What the magician took the duke attackS
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XXK
The Child Gradasso Iroldo BradamantF
Prasildo Brandimart and many moreE
All cheated by this new illusion pantF
To slay the English baron angered soreE
But he abased their pride and haughty vauntF
Who straight bethought him of the horn be boreE
But for the succour of its echo dreadF
They without fail had laid Astolpho deadF
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XXIK
But he no sooner has the bugle woundF
And poured a horrid larum than in guiseK
Of pigeons at the musquet's scaring soundF
The troop of cavaliers affrighted fliesK
No less the necromancer starts astoundF
No less he from his den in panic hiesK
Troubled and pale and hurrying evermoreE
Till out of hearing of the horrid roarE
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XXIIK
The warder fled with him his prisoned trainQ
And many steeds as well are fled and goneQ
These more than rope is needed to restrainQ
Who after their astounded masters runQ
Scared by the sound nor cat nor mouse remainQ
Who seem to hear in it 'Lay on lay on '-
Rabican with the rest had broke his bandsK
But that he fell into Astolpho's handsK
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XXIIIK
He having chased the enchanter Moor awayF
UpraiseK

Ludovico Ariosto



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