Mentre sono in tal rischio, ecco un guerriero (ché tal parea) d'alta sembianza e degna; e mostra, d'arme e d'abito straniero, che di lontan peregrina… - Torquato Tasso

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Mentre sono in tal rischio, ecco un guerriero (ché tal parea) d'alta sembianza e degna; e mostra, d'arme e d'abito straniero, che di lontan peregrinando vegna. La tigre, che su l'elmo ha per cimiero, tutti gli occhi a sé trae, famosa insegna. insegna usata da Clorinda in guerra; onde la credon lei, né 'l creder erra. 39 Costei gl'ingegni feminili e gli usi tutti sprezzò sin da l'età piú acerba: a i lavori d'Aracne, a l'ago, a i fusi inchinar non degnò la man superba. Fuggí gli abiti molli e i lochi chiusi, ché ne' campi onestate anco si serba; armò d'orgoglio il volto, e si compiacque rigido farlo, e pur rigido piacque.

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About Torquato Tasso

Torquato Tasso (March 11 1544 – April 25 1595) was an Italian epic poet and dramatist, best known for his Rinaldo (1562), Aminta (1573) and Gerusalemme Liberata (1580).

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Alternative Names: Torcuato Tasso
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"Bramo assai, poco spero"
("Hope for much, expect little")

About the hill lay other islands small,
Where other rocks, crags, cliffs, and mountains stood,
The Isles Fortunate these elder time did call,
To which high Heaven they reigned so kind and good,
And of his blessings rich so liberal,
That without tillage earth gives corn for food,
And grapes that swell with sweet and precious wine
There without pruning yields the fertile vine. The olive fat there ever buds and flowers,
The honey-drops from hollow oaks distil,
The falling brook her silver streams downpours
With gentle murmur from their native hill,
The western blast tempereth with dews and showers
The sunny rays, lest heat the blossoms kill,
The fields Elysian, as fond heathen sain,
Were there, where souls of men in bliss remain.

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