Gierusalemme Soggettita, La - Part 45
The Sar'zan king was arm'd from top to toe,
In plated armour all of temper sure;
Nathless the shock of his outrageous foe,
Ne mote himself, ne mote his steed endure;
But low on ground they lay, without recure.
How fell, and furious, then was Saladine!
Fierce frown'd the visage of this angry Moor;
A proud disdain inflam'd his stormy tine,
Disdain and rage both flashed from his blazing eyne.
In plated armour all of temper sure;
Nathless the shock of his outrageous foe,
Ne mote himself, ne mote his steed endure;
But low on ground they lay, without recure.
How fell, and furious, then was Saladine!
Fierce frown'd the visage of this angry Moor;
A proud disdain inflam'd his stormy tine,
Disdain and rage both flashed from his blazing eyne.
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