MORGANTE MAGGIORE. CANTO I. I. In the beginning was the Word next God; Of thinking, and without him nought could be: Therefore, just Lord! from out thy high abode, Benign and pious, bid an angel flee, One only, to be my companion, who Shall help my famous, worthy, old song through. II. And thou, oh Virgin! daughter, mother, bride, With flowing rhymes, a pleasant style and free, Be to my verses then benignly kind, And to the end illuminate my mind. III. 'T was in the season when sad Philomel His car (but temper'd by his sire's command) IV. When I prepared my bark first to obey, V. Leonardo Aretino said already, That if, like Pepin, Charles had had a writer Of genius quick, and diligently steady, No hero would in history look brighter; He in the cabinet being always ready, And in the field a most victorious fighter, Who for the church and Christian faith had wrought, Certes far more than yet is said or thought. VI. You still may see at Saint Liberatore, The abbey no great way from Manopell, Erected in the Abruzzi to his glory, Because of the great battle in which fell A pagan king, according to the story, And felon people whom Charles sent to hell: And there are bones so many, and so many, Near them Giusaffa's would seem few, if any. VII. But the world, blind and ignorant, don't prize Whate'er thou hast acquired from then till now, VIII. Twelve paladins had Charles in court, of whom In Roncesvalles, as the villain plann'd too, To him a happy seat with Charles in heaven. IX. 'T was Christmas-day; in Paris all his court Charles held; the chief, I say, Orlando, was, The Dane; Astolfo there too did resort, Also Ansuigi, the gay time to pass In festival and in triumphant sport, The much renown'd Saint Dennis being the cause; Angiolin of Bayonne, and Oliver, And gentle Belinghieri too came there: X. Avolio, and Arino, and Othone Of Normandy, and Richard Paladin, Wise Hamo, and the ancient Salemone, Walter of Lion's Mount and Baldovin, Who was the son of the sad Ganellone, Were there, exciting too much gladness in The son of Pepin :—when his knights came hither, He groan'd with joy to see them altogether. XI. But watchful fortune lurking, takes good heed << Orlando must we always then obey? |