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" Now came Orlando, where the pendent hill, Or with dire malice, by the tainting breath Curv'd in an arch, o'er-hung the limpid rill: Of jealous rage, to work his certain death. Around the cavern's mouth were seen to twine Yethe, whoe'er the foe, his skill had prov'd The creeping ivy and the curling vine.

In feigning well the characters belov'd. Oft here the happy pair were wont to waste “ When now the fun had to his filter's reign The noontide heats, embracing and embrac'd; Refign’d th.. ikies, Orlando mounts again And chiefly Here, inscribid or carv'a, their names His Brigliudoro's back, and loon cfpies lunumerous, witness'd to their growing flames. Thecurling smoke froin neighbo: ghamlets rise: Alighting here, the warriot pentive stood, The herds are heard oo low, the dogs io bay; And at the grotto's rustic entrance view'd

And to the village now his lonely way Wordig by the hand of young Mcdoro wrought; Orlando takes, there påle aidd languid leaves And fresh they seem'd, as when his ainorous His Brigliadoro, where a youth receives thought

The generous courser; while, with ready hate, For blits enjoyd his grateful thanks express’d, One from the champion has his mail utrac'd: And Hirst in tuneful verlë his pallion dress'd. One takes his (purs of gold; and one from rutt Such in his native tongue might lure excel, His armour fcuirs, and cleanses from the dult. And thus; in our's transfud, the fenfe I rell. "Lo! this theco, where, feeble with his wound, " Haill lovely plants, clear streams, and mea Medoro lay, where wondrous chance he found. dows green;

" No nourishment the warrior here detird, And thou, dear cave, whofe cool-sequester'd scene On grief he fed, Ilur other food requir'da No w moleits! where the, of royal strain, He fought to rest, but, ah! the more he fought, Antefica, br, numbers wou'd in vain,

New pangs were added to his troubled thou:ht: Daughter of Galaphron, with heavenly charms, Where'er he turn'd his fight, he fill defcy'd Was on enfolded in there happy arms!

The hated words inscrib'd on every lide. Oh! ler me, poor Medoro, thus repay

He would have spoke, but held his peace in fear Such boundles rapture; ihus viin every lay To know the truth he dreaded moit to hear. Of gratefui priile the tendes bofom move,

The gentle swain, who mark'd his secretgrief, Lords, knights, and dames, that know the sweets with cheartul speech, to give his pains relief, of love;

Told all th' adventure that the pair berel, Each traveller, or hind of low degree,

Which oft before his tongue was wont to tell Whom choice or fortune leads this place to see; To every guest that gave a willing ear, Till all thall cry—Thou sun! thou moon, attend! For many a guest was pleas'd the tale to hear. This fountain, grotto, mead, and shade, defend! He told, how to his cot the virgin brought Guard them, ye choir of nymphs! nor let the Medoro wounded: how his cúre the wrought, fwain

While in her bofor love's impoison'd dort With flocks or herds the sacred haunts profane! With deeper wound transfix'd her bleeding heart:

" Thele verses, in Arabian written, drew Hence, mindless of her birth, a princess bred The knights attention, who their idiom knew. Rich India's heir, she deign'd, bx pailion led, To him full well was many a language known, A friendless youth of low eitate to wed. But chiefly this, familiar as his own:

In witness of his tale, the peasant thow'd
Such knowledge fav'd him oft in distant lands The bracelet by Angelica beitow'd,
From wrong and shame amid the Pagan bands. Departing thence, her token of regard
But, ah! no more th' advantage Mall he boalt, His hospitable welcome to reward.
That in one fatal hour fo dearly cost !

“This fatal proof, his well-known prefent left,
Three times he reads, as oft he reads again Of every gleam of hope his soul berett:
The cruel.lines; as oft he strives, in vain, Love, that had tortur'd long his wretched thrall,
To give cach fenle the lye, and fondly tries With this concluding itroke determin'd all.
To disbelieve the witness of his eyes;

Ai length, from every view retir'd apart, While at each word he feels the jealous smart, He gives full vent to his o'erlabour'd heart: And sudden coldnefs freezing at his heart. Now, from his eyes the streaming shower releas'do Fix'd on the Itone, in stiffening gaze, that prov'd Stains his pale cheek, and wanders down his breast; His secret pangs, he stood with looks unmovid, Deeply he groans, and, staggering with his woes, A sceming itatue! while the godlike light On the lone bed his listless body throws, Oi season nearly seem'd eclips'd in night, But reits no more than if in wilds forlorn, Confide in him, who, by experience knows, Stretch'd on the naked rock or pointed thorn. This is the woe furpailing other woes!

While thus he lay, he sudden call'd to mind, From his sad brow the wonted cheer is fled, That on the couch, where then his limbs reclin'de Low on his breast declines his drooping head; His faithlets mistress, and her paramour, Nor can he finid (while grief each sense o'erbears) Had oft with love beguild the amorous hour: Voice for his plaints, or moisture for his tears. Stung with the thought, the hated down he flies: Impatient sorrow leeks its way to force,

Not Twitter from the turf is seen to rise But with too eager harte retards the course. The Twain, who, courting grateful fieep, perceives As when a full-brimm'd vase with ample waist A serpent daruing through the ruftling leaves. And liender entrance forin'd, is downward plac'd, Each obicct now is loathlone to his fight; And itando revers'd, the ruihing waters pent, The bed--the co-the twain-he heeds no light Ail crowd at once to ilue at the vent:

To guide his tteps, not Dian's lilver ray, The :arrow vent the struggling tide restrains, Noi cheerful dawn, the harbinger of day. And scarcely drop by drop the bubbling liquor He takes his armows, and his teed ke takes, drains.

[frame And through surrounding gloom impatient makes “ He wishes-hopes--believes some foe might Flis darkling way, there vents his woes alone, A faliehood to defile bis fair-one's name;

In many a dreadful plaint and dreary groan Loxo. Mag, Aug. 1783,




Unceasing Atill he weeps, unceasing mourns ; Of equal growth; as easy round him strow'd,
Alike to him the night, the day returns; As lowly weeds, or thrubs, or dwarfish wood.
Cities and towns he suns; in woods he lies, Vast oaks and elms before his fury fall;
His bed the earth, his canopy the skics. The stately fir, tough ash, and cedar tall.
He wonders oft what fountain can supply

As when a fowler for the field prepares
His floods of grief; how figh succeeds to sigh. His sylvan warfare; ere he spreads his snares,
These are not tears (he cry'd) that ceaseless flow; From stubble, reeds, and furze, th'obstructed land
Far other signs are these chat speak my woe. Around he clears: no less Orlando's hand
Before the fire my vital moisture flies,

Levels the trees that long had tower'd above,
And now, exhaling, issues at my

For rolling years the glory of the grove !
Lo! thus it streams, and thus shall ever spend, The rustic Twains that mid the woodland shade
Till with its course my life and sorrows end. Heard the loud crash, forlook their flocks that
These are not sighs that thus my torments Ihow; Itray'd
Sighs have a pause, but there no respite know. Without a shepherd, while their masters flew
Love burns my heart! these are the gales he makes, To learn the tumult and the wonder view."
As round the fame his fanning wings he thakes.
How canst thou, wondrous Love! surround with fire, This paffage is rather long, but, as
Yet, unconsum'd preserve my heart entire?

it is one of the finest incidents in the
I am not he, the man my looks proclaim,
The man that lately bore Orlando's name;

poem, we would not deprive our reaHe, by his fair one's cruel falsehood, dies; ders of the pleasure which they muft And now, interr'd, her hapless victim lies.

receive from the perusal of it. From I am his fpirit, freed from mortal chains,

this madness of his hero, Ariosto gave Doom'd in this hell to rove with endlels pains; A wretched warning here on earth to prove

the title of Orlando Furioso to his For all henceforth who put their trust in love. poem; and as Mr. Hoole, with great “ Through the fill night, the earl, from shade taste and judgement, observes in a note:

to shade Thus lonely, rov'd, and when the day display'd

Few passages in any author excel the Its twilight gleam, chance to the fountain led remaining part of the book; and it is His wandering course, where first his fate he read surely needless to point out to the In fond Medoro's strains the fight awakes reader of taste and discernment the

His torpid sense, each patient thought forsakes
His maddening breast, that rage and hatred thos and fire of the poet, whether wo

contemplate his hero in the first dawn
And from his side he swift the sword unsheaths. of his jealousy, or through the gra-
He hews the rock, he makes the letters fly; dual progress of this passion, in which,
The shatter'd fragments mount into the sky:
Hapless the cave, whose stones, the trees, whoferind while he seems to fly from conviction,
Bear with Angelica Medoro join'd;

he finds, by a train of concurrent cir-
From that curs'd day no longer to receive, cumstances, most artfully brought to-
And flocks or swains with cooling shade relieve; gether, the truth forced upon him, till
While that fair fountain, late so silvery pure,
Remain'd as little from his arm secure:

at length he breaks out into a frenzy,
Together boughs and earthen clods he drew, that closes the book with wonderful
Crags, stones, and trunks, and in the waters threw; sublimity!"
Deep to its bed, with ooze and mud he spoil'd

Aş Aftolpho's journey to the moon
The murmuring current, and its spring defil'd.
His limbs now moisten’d with a briny tide,

has frequently been mentioned by Eng-
When strength no more his senseless wrath supply'd, lish writers, we shall quote it for the
Prone on the turf he funk, unnerv'd and spent, perusal of our readers.
All motionless, his looks on heav'n intent,
Stretch'd without food or fleep, while thrice the fun who had been Aftolpho's guide through

It must be remembered, that St. John,
Had Atay'd, and thrice his daily course had run.
The fourth dire morn, with frantic rage poffeft, the earthly paradise, is now his con.
He rends the armour from his back and breast: ductor.
Here lies the helmet, there the bosly shield,
Cuishes and cuirass farther spread the field; “ But, when the fun was sunk in ocean's streame
And all his other arms at random strow'd, And from her horns the moon her silver beam
In divers parts he scatters through the wood; Above them thed, a wond'rous car appear'd,
Then from his body Atrips the covering veit, That oft through those bright fields of ether steerid
And bares his finewy limbs and hairy cheft; The same that, where Judean mountains rise,
And now begins such feats of boundless rage, Receivid Elias, wrapt from mortal eyes.
As far and near th' aftonish'd world engage. Four coursers, red as flame, the hallow'd sage,

“ His sword he left, elle had his dreadful hand The bleit historian of the sacred page,
With biood and horror fill'd each wasted land: Join'd to the yoke; and now the reins he held,
But little, pole-ax, sword, or mace he needs And, by Aftolpho plac'd, the iteeds impellid
T'afb1t his strength, that ev'ry itrength exceeds. To rise aloft: loft rofe the wond'rous car,
Firtt his huge grasp a lofty pinc up-tears The wheels smooth turning through the yielding
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The favour'd warrior and the guiding seer He came, and faw (a wonder to relate)
"Ascending till they reach'd the torrid sphere: Whate'er was wasted in our earthly state
Here fire eternal burns, but, while they pass'd, Here safely treasur'd: cach neglected good;
No noxious heat the raging vapours caft. Time squander'd, or occasion ill-bestow'd.
Through all this elemental fame they foar'd, Not only here are wealth and sceptres found,
And next the circle of the moon explor'd, That, ever changing, shift th' unsteady round;
Whose spheric face in many a part outhin'd But those poffeffions, while on earth we live,
The polith'd steel from spots and ruft refin'd; Which Fortune's hand can neither take nor give.
Its orb, increasing to their nearer eyes,

Much fame is there, which here the creeping hours Swell'd like the earth, and seem'd an earth in size, Consume, till time at length the whole devours. Like this huge globe, whose wide extended space There vows, and there unnumber'd prayers remain, Vaft oceans with circumfluent waves embrace. Which oft to God the finner makes in vain. Aftolpho wondering view'd what to our light The frequent tears that lovers' eyes fuffuse; (lose.. Appears a narrow round of filver light:

The sighs they breathe : the days that gamesters Nor could he thence but with a sharpen'd eye The leisure given, which fools so oft neglect, And bending brow our lands and seas descry. The weak designs that never take effect. The land and feas he left, which, clad in shade Whate'er desires the mortal breast afrail, So far remote, to viewless forms decay'd.

In countless numbers fill th' encumber'd vale, Far other lakes than our's this region yields, For know, whate'er is loft by human kind, Far other rivers, and far other fields;

Ascending here you treasur'd safe may find. Far other vallies, plains, and hills supplies, The wondering Paladin the heaps admir'd, Where stately cities, towns, and castles rise. And now of these and now of those enquir'd. Here lonely wonds large tracts of land embrace, Of bladders huge a mountain he beheld, Where fylvan nymphs pursue the savage chace. That seem'd within by shouts and tumults swellid,

“ + Deep in a vale, conducted by his guide, And imag'd found by these the crowns of yore Where rose a mountain steep on either side, Which Lydian and Affyrian monarchs wore,

Which Very like this is the passage in Taffo, where the poet describes the vision of Godfrey, where the hero takes a view of the earth at an immense distance beneath him.

+ Milcon bas tranllated a few lines of this passage:

His guide him brings
Into a goodly valley, where he fees

Things chat on earth were lost or were abus'd, &c. His account of the Limbo of Vanity is wonderfully in the spirit of Ariosto, and undoubtedly the idea was caught from the Italian poet. This line plainly alludes to Ariosto:

Not in the neighbouring moon, as some have dream'd.
Describing Satan on the outer convex of this planetary system, he thus proceeds:

the fiend
Walk'd up and down alone, bent on his preyi
Alone, for other creature in this place
Living or lifeless to be found was none;
None yet, but itore hereafter from the earth
Up hither like aerial vapours flew,
Of all things tranfitory' and vain, when fin
With vanity had fill'd the works of men;
Both all things vain, and all who in vain things
Built their fond hopes of glory' or lasting fame.
All th' unaccomplish'd works of Nature's hand,
Abortive, monstrous, or unkindly mix'd,
Dissolv'd on earth, fleet hither, and in vain,
Till final diffolution, wander bere,
Not in the neighbouring moon, as some have dream's.
Hither of ill-join's sons and daughters born,
Fint from the ancient world those giants came-

Others came fingle; he, who to be deem'd
A god, leapt fondly into Ætna flames,
Empedocles, and he who, to enjoy
Plato's elysium, leapt into the sea,
Cleombrotus; and many more too long,
Embryos and idiots, eremites, and friars,
White, black, and grey, with all their trumpery.

all these upwhirl'd aloft
Fly o'er the backside of the world far off
Into a Limbo, large and broad, since call'd
The Paradise of Fools-

Parad. Lost, B. iii. Mr. Addison has censured this passage as beneath the dignity of Milton's fubject, but, what to fry astraordinary, docs not sesm to know how closely he has followed Ariolla.

On every


Which Greeks and Persians own'd, once great in “At length they came to that whole want helow tame,

None e'er perceiv'd, or breath'a for this his vow; And scarcely now remember'd but in name. That choicest gift of Heaven, by Wit exprett, Osgold and silver form’d, a heapy load

Of which each mortal deems himself polieste
Oí hooks he saw, and these were gifs bestow'd Oi this Astolpho view'd a wond'rous More,
By needy flaves, in hope of rich rewards, Surpalling all his eyes had view'd before,
On greedy princes, kings, and patron lords. It seem'd a fluid mass of subtlest kind,
He law in garlands many a snare conceal’d; Still apt to mount, if not with care confin'd:
And flatteries base his guide in these reveal'd. But gather'd there he view'd it safely clos'l,

There forms of creaking grasshopests he spy'd; In many a vase of various size dispos’d.
Smooth verses these to fawning praise apply'd. Above the rest the velfel's bulk excell’d,
There sparkling chains he found and knotsofgold, Whose womb Orlando's godlike reason held:
The specious ties that ill-pair'd lovers hold. This well he knew, for on its side were writ
There eagles' talons lay, which here below These words in letters fair, ORLANDO'S witte
Are power that lords on deputies bestow.

Thus every vale in characters explain'd
cliff were numerous bellows cait, The names of those whose wits the vase contain'da
Great princes' iavours there that never lait; Much of his own the noble duke amaz'd [gaz'd
Given to their minions first in early prime, Amongst them view'd, but wondering more he.
And soon again relum'd with tealing time. To lee the wics of those, whom late he thought
Cities he fawo'erturn'd, and towers uestroy'd, Above their earthly peers with wisdom fraught.
And endleis treasures scatter'd throligh the void: But who can such a fecring treasure boait,
Of thele he ask'd; and theft (rcely'd the fire) From some new cause each hour, cach moment
Were treasons foul, and machinations dire.

Joi? He ferpents then with female tuces view'd, One, while he loves; one, seeking fame to gain ; Of colders and of thieves the hateful brood. One, wealth pursuing through the stormy main; Ot bruken vials many heaps there lay;

One, trusting to the hopes which great men raise, These were the services that courts repay. One, whom some scheme of inagic guile betrays. He saw a streaming liguiu Içatter'd round Some, from their wits for fond purluits depart, Of favoury food; and irom his teacher found For jewels, paintings, and the works of art. That this was alıns, which, while his lait he Oi ppets' wiis, in airy visions lost, brothes,

Great store he read; of thole who to their coit
A wretched finner to the poor bequeaths. 'The wandering maze of fophiftry pursu'd,
Then to a hill of vary'd Howers they went, And those who vain presaging planets view'd,
That laveet before, now yields a fatid scent; “ The vase that held his own Aitolpho took,

This let me dare to speak) that present snow'd, So will'd the writer of the mystic book I,
* Which on Sylvester Constantine bestow'd. Beneath his noftril held, with quick ascent
Oi bi-lime (wigs he saw vast numbers there; Back to its place the wit returning went,
And these, O gentic dames! ynur beauties were. The duke (in holy Turpin's page is read)
Vain is th' attempt in story to comprize

Long time a life of lage discretion led,
Whate'er Aftolpho law with wondering eyes: Till one trail thoughi his brain again bereft
A thousand told, ten thousand wouid remain; Of wit, and sent it to the place it left.
Each toil, each loss, each chance that mun suitain, The ampleft veffel tillid above the rest
Save Folly, which alone pervades them all; With that fam'd fente which once the earl pole
For Folly never quits this earthly ball.

sels'd, There his past time mispent, and deeds apply'd Aftolpho seiz'd, and found a heavier load To little good, Artolpho foon eipyid; [known Than plac'd amidit th’unnumber'd heapit show'd. Yet there, though clear beheid, had ne'er been “ Ere yet forearth they quit that Iphere of light, But that his guide explain’d them for his own. The lage apottle leads the Christian knight

Within * “ By this gift is undertood the city of Rome, which Constantine the Great gave Pope Sylvciter, which he faith now stinketh, because of their fins." Sir John HARRINGTON.

In the first edition of the poem the paitage stood thus :

Ad un monte di rose e gigli patio,
Ch'ebbe gia buon odor, or putie forte;
Ch'era corrolio: e da Giovanni intele
Che tu un gran don'ch'un gran fignor mal spese,
Where roses and where lilies grew he went,
A hill once sucei, but now of farid kvent, :
Corrupt and foul !--and this his teacher show'd,

A gift by mighty hands bueill heitow'd. « It is very remarkable that the poet had the boldness to place among these imaginary treasures, the famous deed of si: o: Constantine to l'ope Sylveier. It may be observed in general, to the hou nour of the poets both a.cient and modern, ihat they have ever been some of the first who have detected and opposed the falle claims aud inifchievous uiurpations of lupeuttition and Navery Nor can this be wondered at, since thele two are the greatett enemies, not only to all true happineis, but to all true genius." Essay on the Gerns and Writings of Pepe. Vol. 1. p. 252. 4th edit.

See Note to Book xvii. ver. 552, on the fame subject. + This fierion of Ariosto is mött wittily alluded to by Mr. Pope in his Rape of the Lock, accompanied with a tine itroke of satire : fpeckig of things lost in the moon, he lays:

There heroes wits are kept in ponderous valls,
And beaux' in fuuff boxes and tweczer calcs. CANTO ive


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Within a ftately dome, where fast beside itself. Into no other can they be trans,
A rapid river rolls its constant tide. [views, fused. To translate has been acknow,
* Here heap'd with many a fleece each room he
And tilk and wool unwrought of various hues,

ledged by Dryden to be a talk more
Some tair, fome foul: a beldame thefe with ikill arduous than writing. If fidelity,
Selects, and whirling round the rapid reel however, and finoothness of versifica,
Draws the bine thread: fo from the reptile swarms tion, if correctness united with spirit,
Whole industry the fuken texture forms,
The village maid untwines the moidten'd flue,

if a subject replete with entertainment When summer bids the pleasing tark renew. and delightful variety, can recommend A second beldame from the first receives

a work, or an author, to the notice and Each finish'd work, while in its Itead she leaves A fleece unfpun: a third, with equal care

regard of the public, Mr. Hoole's ver. Divides, when spun, th’ill-favour'd from the fair. Lion of Orlando Furioso can never be What means this mystic thow Aitalpho cries without admirers, and Mr. Hoole can To holy Joha-and thus the faint replies. never be without patrons. “ In yonder aged dames the Parcze know,

Each of these volumes is decorated Who weave the thread of human life below. Long as the fleeces laft, so long extend

with an engraving of some striking inThe days of man, but with the leece they end. cident in the poem; and in the firit von With watchful eyes see Death and Nature wait, lume, besides a very elegant plate by And mark the hour to close each mortal date.

Bartolozzi, from a design of Angelica
The beauteous threads telected from the reit,
Are types of happy fouls amid the bleft; Kauffinan, we are presented with the
Thele form's for Paradise: the bad are those heads of Mr. Hoole, and of Ariosto,
Condemn'd for sin to never-ending woes. and with a print of the chair and ink
" Of all the fleeces by the beldame wrought,

Bandish of this divine Italian poet.
Of all the fleeces to the spindle brought,
The living names were caft in many a mold

We shall conclude our account of Oi iron, bilver, and resplendent gold;

this translation, which has afforded us There, heap'd together, form'd a mighty pile, the highest entertainment, with the + And hence an aged fire, with ceaseless toil,

poftfcript which Mr. Hoole has anNames after names within his mandle bore, And still, from time to time, return'd for more:

nexed to the fifth volume. It displays So light he seem'd, fo rapid in his pace,

so candid a mind, and so ingenuous As from his birth inur'd to lead the race." and feeling a heart, that we should deen

If we were to lay before our readers the omiflion of it the highest injustice, every passage which we admire, we and most unpardonable neglect: Tould be obliged to exclude all other

The PostSCRIPT. subjects from our Magazine. From Having brought this long work the quotations wbich we have already to a conclufion, I cannot close the given, we dare venture to, allure our. volume without fome acknowledgefelves, that those who peruse them will ment for kindnesses received, and withnot reft fatisfied till they have read the out expressing a hope that a perusal of whole poem.

my translation will not wholly disapA translation can never equal the point those expectations which may original which it copies. There are have been raised by my preface, of beauties in every language peculiar to entertained from a knowledge of that

admiration Ariosto takes the general idea of the Parcæ, from the well-known heathen mythology, with a genius that never borrowed any circumstance from another without embellishing it with his own inventive fancy: he makes the fair ticeces the type of a good, and the tout of an ill life: in which he might probably have an eye to the following pallages of Statius and Seneca:

Ergo dies aderat Parcarum conditus albo

And Seneca, in the life of the tyrant Nem, prostitutes his praise in this line :

Aurea formofo descendant pollice nila. + The following passage is so beautifully imagined, and fo diversified with circumstances, as to form, perhaps, one of the finest allegories in this or any poem.

On all the tictions of Arioito, the night of Aito!pho to the moon must, for furprise and novelty of fubject, take the strongest hold on the reader: we experience here the power of a great and eccentric genius, who, without any restraini, gives a loole to the reins of his imagination, and with his ad. venturous knight, on his own lppogrifo, foars

Beyond the vifibke diurnal (phere! Amidst the general wilduéis, and perhaps absurdity of particular parts in this book, we are hure ries song by the itrung in and divenjucts of the poet's descripure poviers, and have no leisure to afrag to the cool phlegm o: sustin!

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