Jerusalem Delivered - Book 02 - Part 04 Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCBCBCDE AFGFGFGAA AHIHIHIAA JJKJKJLLL JMNMNNNNN JAEAEADNN JOOOOOONN JAPAQAQOO AANANANNN KNPNPNPNNKNNNNNNOO KONONONAA KNNNNNNRR JJNJNJNNN JPNPNPNNN| XXXI | A |
| Thus spake the nymph yet spake but to the wind | B |
| She could not alter his well settled thought | C |
| O miracle O strife of wondrous kind | B |
| Where love and virtue such contention wrought | C |
| Where death the victor had for meed assigned | B |
| Their own neglect each other's safety sought | C |
| But thus the king was more provoked to ire | D |
| Their strife for bellows served to anger's fire | E |
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| XXXII | A |
| He thinks such thoughts self guiltiness finds out | F |
| They scorned his power and therefore scorned the pain | G |
| Nay nay quoth he let be your strife and doubt | F |
| You both shall win and fit reward obtain | G |
| With that the sergeants hent the young man stout | F |
| And bound him likewise in a worthless chain | G |
| Then back to back fast to a stake both ties | A |
| Two harmless turtles dight for sacrifice | A |
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| XXXIII | A |
| About the pile of fagots sticks and hay | H |
| The bellows raised the newly kindled flame | I |
| When thus Olindo in a doleful lay | H |
| Begun too late his bootless plaints to frame | I |
| Be these the bonds Is this the hoped for day | H |
| Should join me to this long desired dame | I |
| Is this the fire alike should burn our hearts | A |
| Ah hard reward for lovers' kind desarts | A |
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| XXXIV | J |
| Far other flames and bonds kind lovers prove | J |
| But thus our fortune casts the hapless die | K |
| Death hath exchanged again his shafts with love | J |
| And Cupid thus lets borrowed arrows fly | K |
| O Hymen say what fury doth thee move | J |
| To lend thy lamps to light a tragedy | L |
| Yet this contents me that I die for thee | L |
| Thy flames not mine my death and torment be | L |
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| XXXV | J |
| Yet happy were my death mine ending blest | M |
| My torments easy full of sweet delight | N |
| It this I could obtain that breast to breast | M |
| Thy bosom might receive my yielded sprite | N |
| And thine with it in heaven's pure clothing drest | N |
| Through clearest skies might take united flight | N |
| Thus he complained whom gently she reproved | N |
| And sweetly spake him thus that so her loved | N |
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| XXXVI | J |
| Far other plaints dear friend tears and laments | A |
| The time the place and our estates require | E |
| Think on thy sins which man's old foe presents | A |
| Before that judge that quits each soul his hire | E |
| For his name suffer for no pain torments | A |
| Him whose just prayers to his throne aspire | D |
| Behold the heavens thither thine eyesight bend | N |
| Thy looks sighs tears for intercessors send | N |
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| XXXVII | J |
| The Pagans loud cried out to God and man | O |
| The Christians mourned in silent lamentation | O |
| The tyrant's self a thing unused began | O |
| To feel his heart relent with mere compassion | O |
| But not disposed to ruth or mercy than | O |
| He sped him thence home to his habitation | O |
| Sophronia stood not grieved nor discontented | N |
| By all that saw her but herself lamented | N |
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| XXXVIII | J |
| The lovers standing in this doleful wise | A |
| A warrior bold unwares approached near | P |
| In uncouth arms yclad and strange disguise | A |
| From countries far but new arrived there | Q |
| A savage tigress on her helmet lies | A |
| The famous badge Clorinda used to bear | Q |
| That wonts in every warlike stowre to win | O |
| By which bright sign well known was that fair inn | O |
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| XXXIX | A |
| She scorned the arts these silly women use | A |
| Another thought her nobler humor fed | N |
| Her lofty hand would of itself refuse | A |
| To touch the dainty needle or nice thread | N |
| She hated chambers closets secret news | A |
| And in broad fields preserved her maidenhead | N |
| Proud were her looks yet sweet though stern and stout | N |
| Her dam a dove thus brought an eagle out | N |
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| XL | K |
| While she was young she used with tender hand | N |
| The foaming steed with froary bit to steer | P |
| To tilt and tourney wrestle in the sand | N |
| To leave with speed Atlanta swift arear | P |
| Through forests wild and unfrequented land | N |
| To chase the lion boar or rugged bear | P |
| The satyrs rough the fauns and fairies wild | N |
| She chased oft oft took and oft beguiled | N |
| XLI | K |
| This lusty lady came from Persia late | N |
| She with the Christians had encountered eft | N |
| And in their flesh had opened many a gate | N |
| By which their faithful souls their bodies left | N |
| Her eye at first presented her the state | N |
| Of these poor souls of hope and help bereft | N |
| Greedy to know as is the mind of man | O |
| Their cause of death swift to the fire she ran | O |
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| XLII | K |
| The people made her room and on them twain | O |
| Her piercing eyes their fiery weapons dart | N |
| Silent she saw the one the other 'plain | O |
| The weaker body lodged the nobler heart | N |
| Yet him she saw lament as if his pain | O |
| Were grief and sorrow for another's smart | N |
| And her keep silence so as if her eyes | A |
| Dumb orators were to entreat the skies | A |
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| XLIII | K |
| Clorinda changed to ruth her warlike mood | N |
| Few silver drops her vermeil cheeks depaint | N |
| Her sorrow was for her that speechless stood | N |
| Her silence more prevailed than his complaint | N |
| She asked an aged man seemed grave and good | N |
| Come say me sir quoth she what hard constraint | N |
| Would murder here love's queen and beauty's king | R |
| What fault or fare doth to this death them bring | R |
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| XLIV | J |
| Thus she inquired and answer short he gave | J |
| But such as all the chance at large disclosed | N |
| She wondered at the case the virgin brave | J |
| That both were guiltless of the fault supposed | N |
| Her noble thought cast how she might them save | J |
| The means on suit or battle she reposed | N |
| Quick to the fire she ran and quenched it out | N |
| And thus bespake the sergeants and the rout | N |
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| XLV | J |
| Be there not one among you all that dare | P |
| In this your hateful office aught proceed | N |
| Till I return from court nor take you care | P |
| To reap displeasure for not making speed | N |
| To do her will the men themselves prepare | P |
| In their faint hearts her looks such terror breed | N |
| To court she went their pardon would she get | N |
| But on the way the courteous king she met | N |
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