The Jerusalem Delivered of Torquato Tasso, Band 1

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Longman, Rees, Orme, Brown and Green, 1830 - 560 Seiten
 

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Seite 40 - Meanwhile Clorinda rushes to assail The Prince, and level lays her spear renowned; Both lances strike, and on the barred ventayle In shivers fly, and she remains discrowned; For, burst its silver rivets, to the ground Her helmet leaped, (incomparable blow!) And by the rudeness of the shock unbound, Her sex to all the field emblazoning so, Loose to the charmed winds her golden tresses flow.
Seite xxxix - With regard to my compositions, it is my wish that all my Love-sonnets and madrigals should be collected and published; but with regard to those, which, whether amatory or not, I have written for any friend, my request is that they be buried with myself, excepting this one only. Or che L' AURA mia dolce altrove spira.
Seite 36 - To the pure pleasure which that first far view In their reviving spirits sweetly shed, Succeeds a deep contrition, feelings new, — Grief touched with awe, affection mixed with dread ; Scarce dare they now upraise the abject head, Or turn to Zion their desiring eyes, The chosen city ! where Messias bled, Defrauded Death of his long tyrannies, New clothed his limbs with life, and reassumed the skies ! TI.
Seite 34 - THE odorous air, morn's messenger, now spread Its wings to herald, in serenest skies, Aurora issuing forth, her radiant head Adorned with roses plucked in Paradise; When in full panoply the hosts arise, And loud and spreading murmurs upward fly, Ere yet the trumpet sings; its melodies They miss not long, the trumpet's tuneful cry Gives the command to march, shrill sounding to the sky.
Seite 36 - Here, Lord, where currents from thy wounded side Stained the besprinkled ground with sanguine red, Should not these two quick springs at least, their tide In bitter memory of thy passion shed! And melt'st thou not, my icy heart, where bled Thy dear Redeemer? still must pity sleep? My flinty bosom, why so cold and dead ? Break, and with tears the hallowed region steep! If that thou weep'st not now, for ever shouldst thou weep!
Seite 35 - Winged is each heart, and winged every heel ; They fly, yet notice not how fast they fly ; But by the time the dewless meads reveal The fervent sun's ascension in the sky, Lo, towered Jerusalem salutes the eye! A thousand pointing fingers tell the tale ; "Jerusalem!" a thousand voices cry, "All hail, Jerusalem !" hill, down, and dale, Catch the glad sounds, and shout,
Seite 16 - Has many houses built, tho' late began; Rectangular the streets, direct and fair; And rectilinear all the ranges are." Italian (translated by Wiffen — from Tasso): "Of generous thoughts and principles sublime, Amongst them in the city lived a maid, The flower of virgins, in her ripest prime, Supremely beautiful! but that she made Never her care, or beauty only weighed In worth with virtue.
Seite 19 - ... chaste they tear away, And the white veil that o'er her drooped declining: This she endured in silence unrepining, Yet her firm breast some virgin tremors shook; And her warm cheek, Aurora's late outshining, Waned into whiteness, and a colour took, Like that of the pale rose, or lily of the brook. The crowd collect; the sentence is divulged; With them Olindo comes, by pity swayed; It might be that the youth the thought indulged, What if his own Sophronia were the maid! There stand the busy officers...
Seite lxxx - Then Tancred follows to the war, than whom Save young Rinaldo, is no nobler knight, More mild in manners, fair in manly bloom, Or more sublimely daring in the fight! If any shade of error makes less bright His rich endowments and heroic charms, It is the foil of Love, which at first sight Born of surprise, amid the shock of arms, Grows with increase of tears and sorrow's fond alarms.

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