Jerusalem Delivered - Book 05 - Part 02 Poem Rhyme Scheme

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XVII	A
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This barbarous prince who only vainly	B
That in wealth and kingly power doth lie	C
And in respect esteemed all naught	D
Unless it were adorned with titles high	C
Could not endure that to the place he sought	D
A simple knight should dare to press so nigh	C
And in his breast so boiled fell despite	E
That ire and wrath exiled reason quite	E
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XVIII	C
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The hidden devil that lies in close await	F
To win the fort of unbelieving man	G
Found entry there where ire undid the gate	F
And in his bosom unperceived ran	G
It filled his heart with malice strife and	H
It made him rage blaspheme swear curse and ban	G
Invisible it still attends him near	I
And thus each minute whispereth in his ear	J
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XIX	K
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What shall Rinaldo match thee dares he tell	L
Those idle names of his vain pedigree	B
Then let him say if thee he would excel	L
What lands what realms his tributaries be	B
If his forefathers in the graves that dwell	L
Were honored like thine that live let	M
Oh how dares one so mean aspire so high	C
Born in that servile country Italy	B
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XX	K
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Now if he win or if he lose the day	N
Yet is his praise and glory hence derived	O
For that the world will to his credit say	N
Lo this is he that with Gernando strived	O
The charge some deal thee haply honor may	N
That Dudon had while here he lived	O
But laid on him he would the office shame	P
Let it suffice he durst the same	P
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XXI	N
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If when this breath from man's frail body flies	N
The take keep or the things done here	J
Oh how looks Dudon from the glorious skies	N
What wrath what in his face appear	I
On this proud youngling while he bends his eyes	N
Marking how high he doth his feathers rear	I
his rash attempt how soon he dare	Q
Though but a boy with his great worth compare	Q
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XXII	N
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He dares not only but he strives and proves	N
Where chastisement were fit there wins he praise	N
One counsels him his speech him forward moves	N
Another fool approveth all he says	N
If Godfrey favor him more than behoves	N
Why then he wrongeth thee an hundred ways	N
Nor let thy so far disgraced be	B
Now what thou art and canst let Godfrey	B
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XXIII	N
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With such false words the kindled fire began	G
To every vein his poisoned heart to reach	R
It swelled his scornful heart and forth it ran	G
At his proud looks and too audacious speech	R
All that he blameworthy in the man	G
To his disgrace that would be each where preach	R
He termed him proud and vain his worth in fight	O
He called fool hardise rashness madness right	O
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XXIV	C
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All that in him was rare or excellent	O
All that was all that was princely found	O
With such sharp words as malice could invent	O
He blamed such power has wicked tongue to wound	O
The youth for everywhere those rumors went	O
Of these reproaches sometimes the sound	O
Nor did for that his tongue the fault amend	O
Until it brought him to his woeful end	O
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XXV	C
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The cursed fiend that set his tongue at large	S
Still bred more fancies in his idle brain	T
His heart with slanders new did overcharge	S
And soothed him still in his vein	T
Amid the camp a place was broad and large	S
Where one fair regiment might easily train	T
And there in tilt and harmless tournament	O
Their days of the youths and gallants spent	O
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XXVI	C
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There as his fortune would it should betide	O
Amid the press Gernando gan retire	U
To vomit out his venom unespied	O
Wherewith foul envy did his heart inspire	U
Rinaldo him as he stood beside	O
And as he could not bridle wrath and ire	U
'Thou liest ' cried he loud and with that word	O
About his head he tossed his flaming sword	O
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XXVII	C
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Thunder his voice and lightning seemed his brand	O
So fell his look and furious was his cheer	I
Gernando trembled for he at hand	O
Pale death and neither nor near	I
Yet for the soldiers all to witness stand	O
He made proud sign as though he naught did	O
But bravely drew his little helping blade	O
And valiant show of strong resistance made	O
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XXVIII	C
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With that a thousand blades of burnished steel	V
Glistered on heaps like flames of fire in	W
Hundreds that not yet the quarrel weel	V
Ran thither some to gaze and some to fight	O
The empty air a sound did	O
Of murmurs low and outcries loud on height	O
Like rolling waves and Boreas' blasts	N
When roaring seas against the rocks he casts	N
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XXIX	N
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But not for this the wronged warrior stayed	O
His just displeasure and incensed ire	U
He cared not what the vulgar did or said	O
To vengeance did his courage fierce aspire	U
Among the thickest weapons way he made	O
His thundering sword made all on heaps retire	U
So that of near a thousand stayed not one	X
But Prince Gernando bore the brunt	O
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XXX	N
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His hand too quick to execute his wrath	Y
Performed all as his eye and heart	O
At head and breast oft times he strucken hath	Y
Now at the right now at the other part	O
On every side thus did he harm and scath	Y
And oft beguile his with nimble art	O
That no defence the prince of wounds acquits	N
Where least he or there most he hits	N
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XXXI	N
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Nor be till in Gernando's breast	O
He sheathed once or twice his furious blade	O
Down fell the hapless prince with death oppressed	O
A double way to his weak was made	O
His bloody sword the victor wiped and dressed	O
Nor longer by the slaughtered body stayed	O
But sped him thence and soon appeased hath	Y
His his ire his rancor and his wrath	Y
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XXXII	N
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Called by the tumult Godfrey drew him near	I
And there beheld a sad and rueful	V
The signs of death upon his face appear	I
With dust and blood his locks were loathly dight	O
Sighs and complaints on each side might he	B
Made for the sudden death of that great knight	O
Amazed he asked who durst and did so much	Z
For yet he not whom the fault would	O

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