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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=531481" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Jerusalem Delivered - Book 01 - part 04</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=531481" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">XLI<br>Guelpho next them the land and place possest,<br>Whose fortunes good with his great acts agree,<br>By his Italian sire, fro the house of Est,<br>Well could he bring his noble pedigree,<br>A German born with rich possessions blest,<br>A worthy branch sprung from the Guelphian tree.<br>'Twixt Rhene and Danubie the land contained<br>He ruled, where Swaves and Rhetians whilom reigned.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=531481" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">XLII<br>His mother's heritage was this and right,<br>To which he added more by conquest got,<br>From thence approved men of passing might<br>He brought, that death or danger feared not:<br>It was their wont in feasts to spend the night,<br>And pass cold days in baths and houses hot.<br>Five thousand late, of which now scantly are<br>The third part left, such is the chance of war.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=531481" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">XLIII<br>The nation then with crisped locks and fair,<br>That dwell between the seas and Arden Wood,<br>Where Mosel streams and Rhene the meadows wear,<br>A battel soil for grain, for pasture good,<br>Their islanders with them, who oft repair<br>Their earthen bulwarks 'gainst the ocean flood,<br>The flood, elsewhere that ships and barks devours,<br>But there drowns cities, countries, towns and towers;</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=531481" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">XLIV<br>Both in one troop, and but a thousand all,<br>Under another Robert fierce they run.<br>Then the English squadron, soldiers stout and tall,<br>By William led, their sovereign's younger son,<br>These archers be, and with them come withal,<br>A people near the Northern Pole that wone,<br>Whom Ireland sent from loughs and forests hoar,<br>Divided far by sea from Europe's shore.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=531481" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">XLV<br>Tancredi next, nor 'mongst them all was one,<br>Rinald except, a prince of greater might,<br>With majesty his noble countenance shone,<br>High were his thoughts, his heart was bold in fight,<br>No shameful vice his worth had overgone,<br>His fault was love, by unadvised sight,<br>Bred in the dangers of adventurous arms,<br>And nursed with griefs, with sorrows, woes, and harms.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=531481" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">XLVI<br>Fame tells, that on that ever-blessed day,<br>When Christian swords with Persian blood were dyed,<br>The furious Prince Tancredi from that fray<br>His coward foes chased through forests wide,<br>Till tired with the fight, the heat, the way,<br>He sought some place to rest his wearied side,<br>And drew him near a silver stream that played<br>Among wild herbs under the greenwood shade.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=531481" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">XLVII<br>A Pagan damsel there unwares he met,<br>In shining steel, all save her visage fair,<br>Her hair unbound she made a wanton net,<br>To catch sweet breathing from the cooling air.<br>On her at gaze his longing looks he set,<br>Sight, wonder; wonder, love; love bred his care;<br>O love, o wonder; love new born, new bred,<br>Now groan, now armed, this champion captive led.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=531481" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">XLVIII<br>Her helm the virgin donned, and but some wight<br>She feared might come to aid him as they fought,<br>Her courage earned to have assailed the knight;<br>Yet thence she fled, uncompanied, unsought,<br>And left her image in his heart ypight;<br>Her sweet idea wandered through his thought,<br>Her shape, her gesture, and her place in mind<br>He kept, and blew love's fire with that wind.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=531481" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">XLIX<br>Well might you read his sickness in his eyes,<br>Their banks were full, their tide was at the flow,<br>His help far off, his hurt within him lies,<br>His hopes unstrung, his cares were fit to mow;<br>Eight hundred horse (from Champain came) he guies,<br>Champain a land where wealth, ease, pleasure, grow,<br>Rich Nature's pomp and pride, the Tirrhene main<br>There woos the hills, hills woo the valleys plain.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=531481" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">L<br>Two hundred Greeks came next, in fight well tried,<br>Not surely armed in steel or iron strong,<br>But each a glaive had pendant by his side,<br>Their bows and quivers at their shoulders hung,<br>Their horses well inured to chase and ride,<br>In diet spare, untired with labor long;<br>Ready to charge, and to retire at will,<br>Though broken, scattered, fled, they skirmish still;</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=531481" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">LI<br>Tatine their guide, and except Tatine, none<br>Of all the Greeks went with the Christian host;<br>O sin, O shame, O Greece accurst alone!<br>Did not this fatal war affront thy coast?<br>Yet safest thou an idle looker-on,<br>And glad attendest which side won or lost:<br>Now if thou be a bondslave vile become,<br>No wrong is that, but God's most righteous doom.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=531481" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">LII<br>In order last, but first in worth and fame,<br>Unfeared in fight, untired with hurt or wound,<br>The noble squadron of adventurers came,<br>Terrors to all that tread on Asian ground:<br>Cease Orpheus of thy Minois, Arthur shame<br>To boast of Lancelot, or thy table round:<br>For these whom antique times with laurel drest,<br>These far exceed them, thee, and all the rest.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=531481" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">LIII<br>Dudon of Consa was their guide and lord,<br>And for of worth and birth alike they been,<br>They chose him captain, by their free accord,<br>For he most acts had done, most battles seen;<br>Grave was the man in years, in looks, in word,<br>His locks were gray, yet was his courage green,<br>Of worth and might the noble badge he bore,<br>Old scars of grievous wounds received of yore.<br>LIV<br>After came Eustace, well esteemed man<br>For Godfrey's sake his brother, and his own;<br>The King of Norway's heir Gernando than,<br>Proud of his father's title, sceptre, crown;<br>Roger of Balnavill, and Engerlan,<br>For hardy knights approved were and known;<br>Besides were numbered in that warlike train<br>Rambald, Gentonio, and the Gerrards twain.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=531481" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">LV<br>Ubaldo then, and puissant Rosimond,<br>Of Lancaster the heir, in rank succeed;<br>Let none forget Obizo of Tuscain land,<br>Well worthy praise for many a worthy deed;<br>Nor those three brethren, Lombards fierce and yond,<br>Achilles, Sforza, and stern Palamede;<br>Nor Otton's shield he conquered in those stowres,<br>In which a snake a naked child devours.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Torquato+Tasso">Torquato Tasso</a></strong></div>