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that if the original be neither impaired nor disfigured, slight deviations are always excusable, and often wise. Of our author's aberrations there is little reason to complain. Where he has altered the original, it is almost always by adding to it, and bis additions are generally manifest improvements. We recollect only a single instance, in which Tasso has suffered materially at his hands. The following absurd couplet in the description of the infernal council (B. 4.) is a mere interpolation.

* And some their forked tails stretch forth on high

And tear the twinkling stars from tiembling sky.' It is a curious fact, that notwithstanding the acknowledged spirit and ease of Fairfax's poetry, the translation is not only written in the measure of the original, but contains precisely the same number of stanzas. We now proceed to our extracts, and trust that few readers will object to their length, since scarcely any copies of the work have reached this country.

• This said, the Angel swift himself prepared

To execute the charge impos’d, aright:
In form of airy members fair embar'd,

His spirits pure were subject to our sight;
Like to a man in shew and shape he fard,

But full of heavenly majesty and might,
A stripling seemd he thrice five winters old,
And radiant beams adorn'd his locks of gold.
• Of silver wings he took a shining pair,

Fringed with gold, unwearied, nimble, swift,
With these he parts the winds, the clouds, the air,

And over seas and earth himself doth lift;
Thus clad he cut the spheres and circles fair,

And the pure skies with sacred feathers clift,
On Libanon at first his foot he set,

And shook his wings with rosy May dews wet.'
Funeral oration of Godfrey over Dudon.

• We need not mourn for thee, here laid to rest,

Earth is thy bed, and not thy grave; the skies
Are for thy soul the cradle and the nest,

There live, for here thy glory never dies :
For like a Christian knight and champion blest,

Thou didst both live and die ; now feed thine eyes

With thy Redeemer's sight, where crown'd with bliss
Thy faith, zeal, merit, well deserving is.
Our loss, not thine, provokes these plaints and tears,

For when we lost thee, then our ship her mast,
Our chariot lost her wheels, their points our spears,

The bird of conquest her chief feather cast:
But though thy death far from our army bears

Her chiefest earthly aid, in heaven yet plac'd
Thou wilt procure us help divine; so reaps
He, that sows godly sorrow, joy by heaps.
· For if our God the Lord Armipotent

Those armed Angels in our aid down send,
That were at Dothan to his prophet sent,

Thou wilt come down with them, and well defend
Our host, and with thy sacred weapons bent

'Gainst Sion's fort, these gates and bulwarks rend, That so thy hand may win this hold, and we

May in these teinples praise our Christ for thee.' Pluto's speech to the infernal powers.

Ye powers infernal, worthier far to sit

Above the sun, whence you your offspring take,
With me that whiome through the welkin flit,

Down tumbled headlong to this empty lake,
Our former glory still remember it,

Our bold attempts, and war we once did make
'Gainst Him that rules above the starry sphere,
For which like traitors we lie damned here.
* And now, instead of clear and gladsome sky,

Of Titan's brightness that so glorious is,
In this deep darkness, lo! we helpless lie,

Hopeless again to joy our former bliss ;
And more which makes my griefs to multiply,

That sinful creature man, elected is,
And in our place the heavens possess he must,
Vile man! begot of clay, and born of dust.

• Nor this sufficed, but that he also gave

His only son, his darling, to be slain,
To conquer so hell, death, sin and the grave,

And man condemned to restore again :
He brake our prisons and would algates save

The souls that here should dwell in woe and pain,

And now in heav'n with him they live always, With endless glory crown'd and lasting praise. * But why recount I thus our passed harms ?

Remembrance fresh makes weak’ned sorrow strong, Expulsed were we with injurious arms,

From those due honours us of right belong.
But let us leave to speak of these alarms,

And bend our forces 'gainst our present wrong ;
Ah! see you not how He attempted hath
To bring all lands, all nations to his faith!
• Then let us careless spend the day and night,

Without regard what haps, what comes or goes ;
Let Asia subject be to Christian's might,

A prey be Sion to her conquering
Let her adore again her Christ aright,

Who her before all nations whilome chose,
In brazen tables be his love ywrit,
And let all tongues and lands acknowledge it.
• So shall our sacred altars all be his,

Our holy idols tumbled in the mould,
To him the wretched man, that sinful is,

Shall pray, and offer incence, myrrh, and gold ;
Our temples shall their costly deckings miss,

With naked walls and pillars freezing cold,
Tribute of souls shall end, and our estate,
Or Pluto reign in kingdoms desolate.
Oh! be not then the courage perish'd clean

That whilome dwelt within your haughty thought, When, arm’d with shining fire and weapons keen,

Against the angels of proud heav'n we fought: I grant we fell on the Phlegrean green,

Yet good our cause was, though our fortune nought; For chance assisteth oft th' ignobler part, We lost the field, yet lost we not our heart. 'Go then, my strength, my hope, my spirits go,

These western rebels with your power withstand, Pluck up these weeds, before they overgrow

The gentle garden of the Hebrew's land; Quench out this spark before it kindle so

That Asia burn, consumed with the brand. Use open force, or secret guile unspied ;

For craft is virtue 'gainst a foe defied.

HO

. Among the knights and worthies of their train,

Let some like out-laws wander uncouth ways,
Let some be slain in field, let some again
Make oracles of women's

yeas
and

nays, And pine in foolish love ; let some complain

Of Godfrey's rule and mutinies 'gainst him raise ;
Turn each one's sword against his fellow's heart;

Thus kill them all, or spoil the greatest part.'
The following is the episode of Erminia and the shepherd
which our readers will remember is highly extolled by Dr
Blair.

Her tears her drink, her food, her sorrowings,

This was her diet that unhappy night:
But sleep, that sweet repose and quiet brings

To ease the griefs of discontented wight,
Spread forth his tender, soft and nimble wings,

In his dull arms folding the virgin bright;
And love, his mother, and the graces kept
Strong watch and ward, while this fair lady slept.
The birds awak'd her with their morning song,

Their warbling music pierc'd her tender ear;
The murmuring brooks and whistling winds among

The rattling boughs and leaves their parts did bear;
Her eyes unclos'd beheld the groves along,

Of swains and shepherd grooms that dwellings were;
And that sweet noise, birds, winds, and waters sent,
Provok'd again the virgin to lament.
* Her plaints were interrupted with a sound

That seem'd from thickest bushes to proceed,
Some jolly shepherd sung a lusty round,

And to his voice had tun'd his oaten reed;
Thither she went; an old man there she found,

At whose right hand his little flock did feed,
Sat making baskets his three sons among,
That learn'd their father's art, and learned his song.
Beholding one in shining arms appear,

The seely man and his were sore dismay'd,
But sweet Erminia comforted their fear,

Her vental up, her visage open laid,
You happy folk, of heav'n beloved dear,

Work on, quoth she, upon your harmless trade;
These dreadful arms I bear no warfare bring
To

your sweet toil, nor those sweet tunes you sing.

• But, father, since this land, these towns and towers,

Destroyed are with sword, with fire, and spoil ; How may it be, unhurt that you and your's

In safety thus apply your harmless toil ? My son, quoth he, this poor estate of our's

Is ever safe from storm of warlike broil ; This wilderness doth us in safety keep, No thund’ring drum, no trumpet breaks our sleep: • Haply just heaven's defence and shield of right

Doth love the innocence of simple swains ; The thunderbolts on highest mountains light,

And seld or never strike the lower plains ; So kings have cause to fear Bellona’s might,

Not they whose sweat and toil their dinner gains; Nor ever greedy soldier was enticed By poverty, neglected and despised : O, poverty! chief of the heavenly brood,

Dearer to me than wealth or kingly crown, No wish for honor, thirst of other's good,

Can move my heart, contented with mine own; We quench our thirst with water of this flood,

Nor fear we poison should therein be thrown;
These little Hocks of sheep and tender goats
Give milk for food, and wool to make us coats :
• We little wish, we need but little wealth

From cold and hunger us to clothe and feed ; These are my sons, their care preserves from stealth

Their father's flocks, nor servants more I need : Amid these groves I walk oft for my health,

And to the fishes, birds, and beasts give heed,
How they are fed in forest, spring, and lake,
And their contentment for example take:
• Time was (for each one hath his doting time,

These silver locks were golden tresses then)
That country life I hated as a crime,

And from the forest's sweet contentment ran;
To Memphis' stately palace would I climb,

And there became the mighty caliph's man,
And though I but a simple gardener were,
Yet could I mark abuses, see and hear:
* Enticed on with hope of future gain,

I suffer'd long what did my soul displease ;

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