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Orlando Furioso Canto 3 Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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ARGUMENT	A
Restored to sense the beauteous Bradamant	A
Finds sage Melissa in the vaulted tomb	B
And hears from her of many a famous plant	A
And warrior who shall issue from her womb	B
Next to release Rogero from the haunt	A
Of old Atlantes learns how from the groom	B
Brunello hight his virtuous ring to take	C
And thus the knight's and others' fetters break	C
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I	-
Who will vouchsafe me voice that shall ascend	A
As high as I would raise my noble theme	D
Who will afford befitting words and lend	A
Wings to my verse to soar the pitch I scheme	D
Since fiercer fire for such illustrious end	A
Than what was wont may well my song beseem	D
For this fair portion to my lord is due	A
Which sings the sires from whom his lineage grew	A
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II	-
Than whose fair line 'mid those by heavenly grace	E
Chosen to minister this earth below	F
You see not Phoebus in your daily race	E
One that in peace or war doth fairer show	F
Nor lineage that hath longer kept its place	E
And still shall keep it if the lights which glow	F
Within me but aright inspire my soul	G
While the blue heaven shall turn about the pole	G
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III	-
But should I seek at full its worth to blaze	H
Not mine were needful but that noble lyre	I
Which sounded at your touch the thunderer's praise	H
What time the giants sank in penal fire	J
Yet should you instruments more fit to raise	H
The votive work bestow as I desire	J
All labour and all thought will I combine	K
To shape and shadow forth the great design	K
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IV	-
Till when this chisel may suffice to scale	L
The stone and give my lines a right direction	M
And haply future study may avail	L
To bring the stubborn labour to perfection	M
Return we now to him to whom the mail	L
Of hawberk shield and helm were small protection	M
I speak of Pinabel the Maganzeze	H
Who hopes the damsel's death whose fall he sees	H
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V	-
The wily traitor thought that damsel sweet	A
Had perished on the darksome cavern's floor	N
And with pale visages hurried his retreat	A
From that through him contaminated door	N
And thence returning clomb into his seat	A
Then like one who a wicked spirit bore	N
To add another sin to evil deed	A
Bore off with him the warlike virgin's steed	A
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VI	-
Leave we sometime the wretch who while he layed	A
Snares for another wrought his proper doom	D
And turn we to the damsel he betrayed	A
Who had nigh found at once her death and tomb	D
She after rising from the rock dismayed	A
At her shrewd fall and gazing through the gloom	D
Beheld and passed that inner door which gave	-
Entrance to other and more spacious cave	-
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VII	-
For the first cavern in a second ended	A
Fashioned in form of church and large and square	O
With roof by cunning architect extended	A
On shafts of alabaster rich and rare	O
The flame of a clear burning lamp ascended	A
Before the central altar and the glare	O
Illuminating all the space about	A
Shone through the gate and lit the cave without	A
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VIII	-
Touched with the sanctifying thoughts which wait	A
On worthy spirit in a holy place	H
She prays with eager lips and heart elate	A
To the Disposer of all earthly grace	H
And kneeling hears a secret wicket grate	A
In the opposing wall whence face to face	H
A woman issuing forth the maid addresses	H
Barefoot ungirt and with dishevelled tresses	H
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IX	H
O generous Bradamant the matron cried	A
Know thine arrival in this hallowed hold	A
Was not unauthorized of heavenly guide	A
And the prophetic ghost of Merlin told	A
Thou to this cave shouldst come by path untried	A
Which covers the renowned magician's mould	A
And here have I long time awaited thee	-
To tell what is the heavens' pronounced decree	-
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X	H
This is the ancient memorable cave	-
Which Merlin that enchanter sage did make	C
Thou may'st have heard how that magician brave	-
Was cheated by the Lady of the Lake	C
Below beneath the cavern is the grave	-
Which holds his bones where for that lady's sake	C
His limbs for such her will the wizard spread	A
Living he laid him there and lies there dead	A
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XI	-
Yet lives the spirit of immortal strain	P
Lodged in the enchanter's corpse till to the skies	H
The trumpet call it or to endless pain	P
As it with dove or raven's wing shall rise	H
Yet lives the voice and thou shalt hear how plain	P
From its sepulchral case of marble cries	H
Since this has still the past and future taught	A
To every wight that has its counsel sought	A
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XII	H
Long days have passed since I from distant land	A
My course did to this cemetery steer	Q
That in the solemn mysteries I scanned	A
Merlin to me the truth should better clear	Q
And having compassed the design I planned	A
A month beyond for thee have tarried here	R
Since Merlin still with certain knowledge summing	S
Events prefixed this moment for thy coming	S
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XIII	H
The daughter of Duke Aymon stood aghast	A
And silent listened to the speech while she	-
Knew not sore marvelling at all that passed	A
If 'twere a dream or a reality	-
At length with modest brow and eyes down cast	A
Replied like one that was all modesty	-
And is this wrought for me and have I merit	A
Worthy the workings of prophetic spirit	A
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XIV	-
And full of joy the adventure strange pursues	H
Moving with ready haste behind the dame	D
Who brings her to the sepulchre which mews	H
The bones and spirit erst of Merlin's name	D
The tomb of hardest stone which masons use	H
Shone smooth and lucid and as red as flame	D
So that although no sun beam pierced the gloom	D
Its splendour lit the subterraneous room	D
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XV	-
Whether it be the native operation	M
O certain stones to shine like torch i' the dark	T
Or whether force of spell or fumigation	M
A guess that seems to come more near the mark	T
Or sign made under mystic constellation	M
The blaze that came from the sepulchral ark	T
Discovered sculpture colour gems and gilding	S
And whatsoever else adorned the building	S
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XVI	-
Scarcely had Bradamant above the sill	U
Lifter her foot and trod the secret cave	-
When the live spirit in clear tones that thrill	U
Addressed the martial virgin from the grave	-
May Fortune chaste and noble maid fulfil	U
Thine every wish exclaimed the wizard brave	-
Since from thy womb a princely race shall spring	S
Whose name through Italy and earth shall ring	S
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XVII	-
The noble blood derived from ancient Troy	V
Mingling in thee its two most glorious streams	H
Shall be the ornament and flower and joy	V
Of every lineage on which Phoebus beams	H
Where genial stars lend warmth or cold annoy	V
Where Indus Tagus Nile or Danube gleams	H
And in thy progeny and long drawn line	K
Shall marquises counts dukes and Caesers shine	K
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XVIII	-
Captains and cavaliers shall spring from thee	-
Who both by knightly lance and prudent lore	N
Shall once again to widowed Italy	-
Her ancient praise and fame in arms restore	N
And in her realms just lords shall seated be	-
Such Numa and Augustus were of yore	N
Who with their government benign and sage	W
Shall re create on earth the golden age	W
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XIX	H
Then that the will of Heaven be duly brought	A
To a fair end through thee in fitting date	A
Which from the first to bless thy love has wrought	A
And destined young Rogero for thy mate	A
Let nothing interpose to break that thought	A
But boldly tread the path perscribed by fate	A
Nor let aught stay thee till the thief be thrown	X
By thy good lance who keeps thee from thine own	X
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XX	H
Here Merlin ceased that for the solemn feat	A
Melissa might prepare with fitting spell	U
To show bold Bradamant in aspect meet	A
The heirs who her illustrious race should swell	U
Hence many spri	N