ws ANNUALY REGISTER, 1792. 
Rinaldo saw pale Isolero spread. =) 
All motiouless, his sense and vigour fled) slic iw } 
While health seem’d banish'd fipia the prostrate dead. 
And now the noble youth, with eager speed, © 
Intrepid rush’d t’ assail, the fearful steed ; ger. 
Now near he drew, and now his gauntlet bent, He) 
With matchless strength, at all hisarm’s extent,’ 
He aim'd a furious blow—the stagg’ring beast. 
Had ne'er till then such mighty force confést. 
His wounded mouth pour'd forth the streaming — 
And stain’d the herbage with a crimson flood. > 
Less swifily bounds an arrow from the string; 
Less swift a falcon shoots upon the wing, 
Than on the youth the raging courser flies; 
With bloody teeth to seize his arm he triesz) ‘ 
Back drew the,wary knight, again he sped) 
His mailed gaunilet at Bayardo’s head: 
Bayardo turn'd and dealt with thund’ring feet. 
A stroke to cast a mountain from its seat, 
Close to bis flank the gallant youth adheres 
Since there nor hoof nor furious teeth he fears, | ° 
By art, not strength of arm or weapon’s blow, 
He seeks advantage o’er his crue] foe. 
Yet once (it so befel) his footing fail’d, 
When, lo! with spurning heel the steed assail’d 
Th’ unguarded knight—his side the stroke receiy'd, | 
That near of seose and life his limbs bereav’d: 
He kept, yet scarcely kept his trembling feet ; 
And had he chane’d the nearer force to meet, 
The hoof (with such tremendous sweep it came) 
Had shat'er'd all his arms, and crush’d his bleeding frame... 
But now Rinaldo shun’d a second stroke, » 
That snapt and hur\d to earth a solid oak ; 
An oak, whose root as far beneath was spread 
As o’er the plain he rais'd his ancient head. 
Then ere his feet Bayardo backward drew, 
On these his nervous hands Rinaldo threw, 
And firmly held—while here and there the steed 
Impetuous snorts, and struggles to be freed. 
He bends his neck, displays his threat’ning teeth, 
While smoky clouds his flamy nostrils breathe ; 
With neighings shrill he makes the woods resound, 
At length great Amon’s son th’ advantage found, } 
And, by his art o’er thrown, Bayardo press’d the ground. 
As when the sea, that late in tempest high, 
With dreadfal ruin menac’d earth and sky, 
Smooths its rough waves, and bids their anger cease ; 
The waves obedient sink and sleep in peace,— 
