[节选]Jerusalem Delivered

XLVII

A Pagan damsel there unwares he met,

In shining steel, all save her visage fair,

Her hair unbound she made a wanton net,

To catch sweet breathing from the cooling air.

On her at gaze his longing looks he set,

Sight, wonder; wonder, love; love bred his care;

O love, o wonder; love new born, new bred,

Now groan, now armed, this champion captive led.



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Her helm the virgin donned, and but some wight

She feared might come to aid him as they fought,

Her courage earned to have assailed the knight;

Yet thence she fled, uncompanied, unsought,

And left her image in his heart ypight;

Her sweet idea wandered through his thought,

Her shape, her gesture, and her place in mind

He kept, and blew love's fire with that wind.



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Well might you read his sickness in his eyes,

Their banks were full, their tide was at the flow,

His help far off, his hurt within him lies,

His hopes unstrung, his cares were fit to mow;

Eight hundred horse (from Champain came) he guies,

Champain a land where wealth, ease, pleasure, grow,

Rich Nature's pomp and pride, the Tirrhene main

There woos the hills, hills woo the valleys plain.



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Two hundred Greeks came next, in fight well tried,

Not surely armed in steel or iron strong,

But each a glaive had pendant by his side,

Their bows and quivers at their shoulders hung,

Their horses well inured to chase and ride,

In diet spare, untired with labor long;

Ready to charge, and to retire at will,

Though broken, scattered, fled, they skirmish still;



LI

Tatine their guide, and except Tatine, none

Of all the Greeks went with the Christian host;

O sin, O shame, O Greece accurst alone!

Did not this fatal war affront thy coast?

Yet safest thou an idle looker-on,

And glad attendest which side won or lost:

Now if thou be a bondslave vile become,

No wrong is that, but God's most righteous doom.



LII

In order last, but first in worth and fame,

Unfeared in fight, untired with hurt or wound,

The noble squadron of adventurers came,

Terrors to all that tread on Asian ground:

Cease Orpheus of thy Minois, Arthur shame

To boast of Lancelot, or thy table round:

For these whom antique times with laurel drest,

These far exceed them, thee, and all the rest.



LIII

Dudon of Consa was their guide and lord,

And for of worth and birth alike they been,

They chose him captain, by their free accord,

For he most acts had done, most battles seen;

Grave was the man in years, in looks, in word,

His locks were gray, yet was his courage green,

Of worth and might the noble badge he bore,

Old scars of grievous wounds received of yore.

LIV

After came Eustace, well esteemed man

For Godfrey's sake his brother, and his own;

The King of Norway's heir Gernando than,

Proud of his father's title, sceptre, crown;

Roger of Balnavill, and Engerlan,

For hardy knights approved were and known;

Besides were numbered in that warlike train

Rambald, Gentonio, and the Gerrards twain.



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Ubaldo then, and puissant Rosimond,

Of Lancaster the heir, in rank succeed;

Let none forget Obizo of Tuscain land,

Well worthy praise for many a worthy deed;

Nor those three brethren, Lombards fierce and yond,

Achilles, Sforza, and stern Palamede;

Nor Otton's shield he conquered in those stowres,

In which a snake a naked child devours.