Of beauty's charms-by one enchanting smile 275 One radiant glance is caught in love's strong toil. He feels his boasted firmness quick recede, And thus in secret to himself he said : "Resistless power!-Oh, whatsoe'er thou art, That forceful thus enchains my vanquish'd heart, 280 Say why this change-no arms the virgin bears, Her tender hand no missive weapon rears, Yet, wont whole hostile legions to despise, I yield, a victim to her conq'ring eyes." Perplex'd, distress'd, o'ercome, to earth he cast 225 His looks-but soon again, with eager haste, He rais'd them, to behold the fair one's face, And felt new flames, as he re-traced each grace. Thus the poor bird, as ancient tales relate, Caught in th' envenom❜d basilisk's retreat, 290 By fate constrain'd, turns its unwilling eyes On its fell foe, and gazes till it dies. The gen'ral murmur hush'd, the Emp'ror rose, And all the beauteous pleader asks, bestows.— "Whate'er thy utmost wish demands, receive, 295 Transcendant fair, (he cries) but deign to give, In kind return, some happy art, to steel My bosom from the torments all must feel, Whom love compels to wear thy glorious chain, And sue for pity, but to meet disdain." 300 Fain would the King the interview prolong, Fain stay the nymph that fascinates the throng, As misers are to view their hoards of gold: Such was the gen'ral wish, but fierce Ferrau 305 And brave Rinaldo most impatient saw The dame intent with utmost speed to part: Love reign'd a tyrant in each warrior's heart, And rais'd a thousand idle vain alarms, But chief in stern Ferrau's.-Enur'd to arms, The Saracen resolves, with lawless force, To stop his fair enslaver's purpos'd course, 315 Whose ill-starr'd passion raz'd the tow'rs of Troy, Bore off the first)-but better thought succeeds, Before the throne low bending, took their leave, 325 And paid such thanks as noble natures gave. The knights addressing then, they signified That they at Merlin's fountain would abide 330 So in that clime where reigns eternal frost, 335 The parting glories of the sun are lost, So the fond eye pursues the fading ray, Till night's dark shades the sadden❜d skies assume, But now internal jealousy and hate Broke out in tauntings rude, and fierce debate, To meet the challenge, and sustain the fight. Each heart with rancorous impatience swell'd Each with disdain competitors beheld; Fir'd with the hope of glory, none would yield To cede to rival claims the arduous field. Orlando far above the rest aspir'd, 345 And loftily the preference requir'd: 350 He fear'd the first assailant might succeed, And the defenceless maid in fetters lead ; Hence would he fain have flown to wage the war, But his proud rivals those pretensions bar. High ran the contest, threat'ning fatal harms, 355 And fill'd the peaceful court with loud alarms. |