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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=531511" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Jerusalem Delivered - Book 06 - part 05</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=531511" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">LVII</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=531511" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">He honored her, served her, and leave her gave,<br>And willed her go whither and when she list,<br>Her gold and jewels had he care to save,<br>And them restored all, she nothing missed,<br>She, that beheld this youth and person brave,<br>When, by this deed, his noble mind she wist,<br>Laid ope her heart for Cupid's shaft to hit,<br>Who never knots of love more surer knit.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=531511" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">LVIII</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=531511" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Her body free, captivated was her heart,<br>And love the keys did of that prison bear,<br>Prepared to go, it was a death to part<br>From that kind Lord, and from that prison dear,<br>But thou, O honor, which esteemed art<br>The chiefest virtue noble ladies wear,<br>Enforcest her against her will, to wend<br>To Aladine, her mother's dearest friend.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=531511" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">LIX</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=531511" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">At Sion was this princess entertained,<br>By that old tyrant and her mother dear,<br>Whose loss too soon the woeful damsel plained,<br>Her grief was such, she lived not half the year,<br>Yet banishment, nor loss of friends constrained<br>The hapless maid her passions to forbear,<br>For though exceeding were her woe and grief,<br>Of all her sorrows yet her love was chief.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=531511" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">LX</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=531511" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The silly maid in secret longing pined,<br>Her hope a mote drawn up by Phoebus' rays,<br>Her love a mountain seemed, whereon bright shined<br>Fresh memory of Tancred's worth and praise,<br>Within her closet if her self she shrined,<br>A hotter fire her tender heart assays:<br>Tancred at last, to raise her hope nigh dead,<br>Before those walls did his broad ensign spread.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=531511" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">LXI</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=531511" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The rest to view the Christian army feared,<br>Such seemed their number, such their power and might,<br>But she alone her troubled forehead cleared,<br>And on them spread her beauty shining bright;<br>In every squadron when it first appeared,<br>Her curious eye sought out her chosen knight;<br>And every gallant that the rest excels,<br>The same seems him, so love and fancy tells.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=531511" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">LXII</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=531511" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Within the kingly palace builded high,<br>A turret standeth near the city's wall,<br>From which Erminia might at ease descry<br>The western host, the plains and mountains all,<br>And there she stood all the long day to spy,<br>From Phoebus' rising to his evening fall,<br>And with her thoughts disputed of his praise,<br>And every thought a scalding sigh did raise.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=531511" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">LXIII</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=531511" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">From hence the furious combat she surveyed,<br>And felt her heart tremble with fear and pain,<br>Her secret thoughts thus to her fancy said,<br>Behold thy dear in danger to be slain;<br>So with suspect, with fear and grief dismayed,<br>Attended she her darling's loss or gain,<br>And ever when the Pagan lift his blade,<br>The stroke a wound in her weak bosom made.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=531511" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">LXIV</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=531511" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">But when she saw the end, and wist withal<br>Their strong contention should eftsoons begin,<br>Amazement strange her courage did appal,<br>Her vital blood was icy cold within;<br>Sometimes she sighed, sometimes tears let fall,<br>To witness what distress her heart was in;<br>Hopeless, dismayed, pale, sad, astonished,<br>Her love, her fear; her fear, her torment bred.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=531511" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">LXV</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=531511" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Her idle brain unto her soul presented<br>Death in an hundred ugly fashions painted,<br>And if she slept, then was her grief augmented,<br>With such sad visions were her thoughts acquainted;<br>She saw her lord with wounds and hurts tormented,<br>How he complained, called for her help, and fainted,<br>And found, awaked from that unquiet sleeping,<br>Her heart with panting sore; eyes, red with weeping.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=531511" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">LXVI</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=531511" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Yet these presages of his coming ill,<br>Not greatest cause of her discomfort were,<br>She saw his blood from his deep wounds distil,<br>Nor what he suffered could she bide or bear:<br>Besides, report her longing ear did fill,<br>Doubling his danger, doubling so her fear,<br>That she concludes, so was her courage lost,<br>Her wounded lord was weak, faint, dead almost.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=531511" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">LXVII<br>And for her mother had her taught before<br>The secret virtue of each herb that springs,<br>Besides fit charms for every wound or sore<br>Corruption breedeth or misfortune brings, -<br>An art esteemed in those times of yore,<br>Beseeming daughters of great lords and kings -<br>She would herself be surgeon to her knight,<br>And heal him with her skill, or with her sight.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=531511" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">LXVIII</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=531511" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Thus would she cure her love, and cure her foe<br>She must, that had her friends and kinsfolk slain:<br>Some cursed weeds her cunning hand did know,<br>That could augment his harm, increase his pain;<br>But she abhorred to be revenged so,<br>No treason should her spotless person stain,<br>And virtueless she wished all herbs and charms<br>Wherewith false men increase their patients' harms.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=531511" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">LXIX</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=531511" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Nor feared she among the bands to stray<br>Of armed men, for often had she seen<br>The tragic end of many a bloody fray;<br>Her life had full of haps and hazards been,<br>This made her bold in every hard assay,<br>More than her feeble sex became, I ween;<br>She feared not the shake of every reed,<br>So cowards are courageous made through need.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=531511" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">LXX</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=531511" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Love, fearless, hardy, and audacious love,<br>Emboldened had this tender damsel so,<br>That where wild beasts and serpents glide and move<br>Through Afric's deserts durst she ride or go,<br>Save that her honor, she esteemed above<br>Her life and body's safety, told her no;<br>For in the secret of her troubled thought,<br>A doubtful combat, love and honor fought.</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>