Jerusalem Delivered - Book 03 - Part 03 Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: ABCDEDEFF AGFHFGFFF AIJIJKJLL MNONONOPP MOOOOOOOO MQRSRQTFF MAPAPAPOO MOAOAOAAA AOUOUOUVW UOFOFOFMM UAXAXAXUU UVUVUVUOO UOVOVOVOO MOOOOOOVV MFFFFFFEE| XXXI | A |
| The villain flies he full of rage and ire | B |
| Pursues she stood and wondered on them both | C |
| But yet to follow them showed no desire | D |
| To stray so far she would perchance be loth | E |
| But quickly turned her fierce as flaming fire | D |
| And on her foes wreaked her anger wroth | E |
| On every side she kills them down amain | F |
| And now she flies and now she turns again | F |
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| XXXII | A |
| As the swift ure by Volga's rolling flood | G |
| Chased through the plains the mastiff curs toforn | F |
| Flies to the succor of some neighbor wood | H |
| And often turns again his dreadful horn | F |
| Against the dogs imbrued in sweat and blood | G |
| That bite not till the beast to flight return | F |
| Or as the Moors at their strange tennice run | F |
| Defenced the flying balls unhurt to shun | F |
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| XXXIII | A |
| So ran Clorinda so her foes pursued | I |
| Until they both approached the city's wall | J |
| When lo the Pagans their fierce wrath renewed | I |
| Cast in a ring about they wheeled all | J |
| And 'gainst the Christians' backs and sides they showed | K |
| Their courage fierce and to new combat fall | J |
| When down the hill Argantes came to fight | L |
| Like angry Mars to aid the Trojan knight | L |
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| XXXIV | M |
| Furious tofore the foremost of his rank | N |
| In sturdy steel forth stept the warrior bold | O |
| The first he smote down from his saddle sank | N |
| The next under his steel lay on the mould | O |
| Under the Saracen's spear the worthies shrank | N |
| No breastplate could that cursed tree outhold | O |
| When that was broke his precious sword he drew | P |
| And whom he hit he felled hurt or slew | P |
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| XXXV | M |
| Clorinda slew Ardelio aged knight | O |
| Whose graver years would for no labor yield | O |
| His age was full of puissance and might | O |
| Two sons he had to guard his noble eild | O |
| The first far from his father's care and sight | O |
| Called Alicandro wounded lay in field | O |
| And Poliphern the younger by his side | O |
| Had he not nobly fought had surely died | O |
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| XXXVI | M |
| Tancred by this that strove to overtake | Q |
| The villain that had hurt his only dear | R |
| From vain pursuit at last returned back | S |
| And his brave troop discomfit saw well near | R |
| Thither he spurred and gan huge slaughter make | Q |
| His shock no steed his blow no knight could bear | T |
| For dead he strikes him whom he lights upon | F |
| So thunders break high trees on Lebanon | F |
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| XXXVII | M |
| Dudon his squadron of adventurers brings | A |
| To aid the worthy and his tired crew | P |
| Before the residue young Rinaldo flings | A |
| As swift as fiery lightning kindled new | P |
| His argent eagle with her silver wings | A |
| In field of azure fair Erminia knew | P |
| See there sir King she says a knight as bold | O |
| And brave as was the son of Peleus old | O |
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| XXXVIII | M |
| He wins the prize in joust and tournament | O |
| His acts are numberless though few his years | A |
| If Europe six likes him to war had sent | O |
| Among these thousand strong of Christian peers | A |
| Syria were lost lost were the Orient | O |
| And all the lands the Southern Ocean wears | A |
| Conquered were all hot Afric's tawny kings | A |
| And all that dwells by Nilus' unknown springs | A |
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| XXXIX | A |
| Rinaldo is his name his armed fist | O |
| Breaks down stone walls when rams and engines fail | U |
| But turn your eyes because I would you wist | O |
| What lord that is in green and golden mail | U |
| Dudon he hight who guideth as him list | O |
| The adventurers' troop whose prowess seld doth fail | U |
| High birth grave years and practise long in war | V |
| And fearless heart make him renowned far | W |
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| XL | U |
| See that big man that all in brown is bound | O |
| Gernando called the King of Norway's son | F |
| A prouder knight treads not on grass or ground | O |
| His pride hath lost the praise his prowess won | F |
| And that kind pair in white all armed round | O |
| Is Edward and Gildippes who begun | F |
| Through love the hazard of fierce war to prove | M |
| Famous for arms but famous more for love | M |
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| XLI | U |
| While thus they tell their foemen's worthiness | A |
| The slaughter rageth in the plain at large | X |
| Tancred and young Rinaldo break the press | A |
| They bruise the helm and press the sevenfold targe | X |
| The troop by Dudon led performed no less | A |
| But in they come and give a furious charge | X |
| Argantes' self fell at one single blow | U |
| Inglorious bleeding lay on earth full low | U |
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| XLII | U |
| Nor had the boaster ever risen more | V |
| But that Rinaldo's horse e'en then down fell | U |
| And with the fall his leg opprest so sore | V |
| That for a space there must be algates dwell | U |
| Meanwhile the Pagan troops were nigh forlore | V |
| Swiftly they fled glad they escaped so well | U |
| Argantes and with him Clorinda stout | O |
| For bank and bulwark served to save the rout | O |
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| XLIII | U |
| These fled the last and with their force sustained | O |
| The Christians' rage that followed them so near | V |
| Their scattered troops to safety well they trained | O |
| And while the residue fled the brunt these bear | V |
| Dudon pursued the victory he gained | O |
| And on Tigranes nobly broke his spear | V |
| Then with his sword headless to ground him cast | O |
| So gardeners branches lop that spring too fast | O |
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| XLIV | M |
| Algazar's breastplate of fine temper made | O |
| Nor Corban's helmet forged by magic art | O |
| Could save their owners for Lord Dudon's blade | O |
| Cleft Corban's head and pierced Algazar's heart | O |
| And their proud souls down to the infernal shade | O |
| From Amurath and Mahomet depart | O |
| Not strong Argantes thought his life was sure | V |
| He could not safely fly nor fight secure | V |
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| XLV | M |
| The angry Pagan bit his lips for teen | F |
| He ran he stayed he fled he turned again | F |
| Until at last unmarked unviewed unseen | F |
| When Dudon had Almansor newly slain | F |
| Within his side he sheathed his weapon keen | F |
| Down fell the worthy on the dusty plain | F |
| And lifted up his feeble eyes uneath | E |
| Opprest with leaden sleep of iron death | E |
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