Linguistic DNA - Concept Modelling Demonstrator

Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
spirit_n	call_v	life_n	soul_n	6,846	5	5.0644	4	false

ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A20372	Rodomonths infernall, or The Diuell conquered Ariastos conclusions. Of the marriage of Rogero with Bradamanth his loue, & the fell fought battell betweene Rogero and Rodomonth the neuer-conquered pagan. Written in French by Phillip de Portes, and paraphrastically translated by G.M.; Roland furieux. English	Desportes, Philippe, 1546-1606.; Markham, Gervase, 1568?-1637.; Ariosto, Lodovico, 1474-1533. Orlando furioso.	1607 (1607)	STC 6785; ESTC S105308	19,939	58

was betweene them more or lesse Saue in the swords which Roger vs'd so well That when the Pagan ouer-neare did presse With point he kept him out though nere so fell For he did deeme in dangerous and ill To close with one of such huge strength skil 47 Againe he saw the Pagan bleed so sore That lingring time would giue the conflict end For strength flew forth at his vaines opened dore Which Rodomonth perceiuing thought to lend Despaire a desperate hazard lesse or more And therefore with a diuellish force did send The hilt and pommell of the broken steele To Rogers head which made him soundly reele 48 It strake him twixt the shoulder and the head And gaue to him a blow so firme and sound That good Rogero there-with staggered And hardly stood from falling on the ground Rodomonth to close with him then hastened But loe his foot fail'd with his former wound So that his too much haste as oft we see Hurt him and made him fall vpon his knee 49 Roger accepting Times aduantage lent Wounded the Turke on head on breast and face But he got vp againe incontinent And made starke mad with this most vile disgrace Ranne vpon Roger and in 's armes him pent Folding him with a most vnkind imbrace And then they striue heaue shoue thrust to and fro And either seekes the others ouerthrow 50 With force they striue with arte and with agilitie Whether shall sooner fall vnto the ground The Pagans strength was weakned by extremity By means of many a deepe receiued wound Rogers arte was great great his abilitie Much vs'd to wrastle and he quickly found Th' aduantage which he did not ouer-slip But on the weakest side his foe did trip 51 Downe like a tower to the ground he went Or like a rocke throwne headlong in the sea Whereby his blood in great aboundance spent Freshly began to spring making that day The earth in skarlet clad much to lament Downe is he held to rise he finds no way The while Rogero set his daggers point Vnto his throat and to his chiefest joynt 52 And with sharp words th'imbassadors of death Told him except to mercie he submit Nothing should saue his life or lend him breath Such firme resolue within his heart did sit But Rodomonth whose hie couragious faith Rather then yeild a thousand deaths thought fit Spake not a word but stroue himselfe to sunder From him or if he could to get him vnder 53 Looke how a Martin in a Mastiues fang Foames at the mouth fights with his ouerthrow Whilst from his red eies beames of fire flang And at the end impatient of his woe Grinning lifts vp his lips where slauers hang And his vaine vnreuenging teeth doth shoe So doth the cruell Pagan striue and threat But all he can cannot his death defeat 54 Yet with long striuing and with wondrous paines He freed his better arme and void of awe His ponniard which in his right hand remaines That in this latter conflict he did draw He seekes to stab into Rogeroes raines But when the valiant youth the perill saw Then for his safeties sake he was constrained To kill the cruell Turke that grace disdained 55 And lifting his victorious hand on hie In the Turkes face he stabd his dagger twice Vp to the hilts and quickly made him die Ridding himselfe of trouble in a trice Downe to the lake where damned ghosts doe lie Sunke his disdainfull soule now cold as yee Blaspheming as it were and cursing lowd That was on earth so loftie and so prowd 56 The eie-beholders wondring at this deed In showtes and cries to heauen bore Rogers fame In gazing on him Eies and Eares doe feed And from all mouthes his all great praises came From age to sucking babes his acts succeed And infants sonet on his sacred name And al the Peers of France kindly imbrac't him And Charlimaine within his armes inlac't him 57 He kist him kindly and orecome with joy Dissolu'd faire pearle and siluer on his checke Kinde thoughts more kinder thoughts sought to destroy Eternal their abode the King doth seeke As much Marfyza did and would enioy Perpetuall comfort from his lookes so meeke Orlandos loue nor yet Rinaldos lacke Neither the warlike brothers white and blacke 58 Last but not least for shee exceeded all Came Bradamant his bride his loue his Queene Thought-guiding goddesse warlike principall Within whose eies are thousand Cupids seene Shee on his hands kisses and teares le ts fall So boundlesse her immortall pleasures beene And froÌ„ his face wipes with her cheeks so bright The sweat and dust that hindred had his sight 59 How many deaths alas how many paines How many slaine hopes what abundant feares Ran vncontrolled through this Ladies veines How many idle wishes what dispaires Felt shee forlorne the while the fight retaines A doubtfull issue who the triumph beares Trembling for her Roger her purest heart Her god her life her loue and euery part 60 How many times succeslesse did shee wish Her selfe well arm'd plac'd in her louers stead Not that shee fear'd his starres would run amisse But for the Pagans puissance made her dread Who lent no minutes respite to her blisse But with each stroke seemd to awake the dead And more theÌ„ with the blows the PagaÌ„ strooke He pierc't her soule and life with euery looke 61 Now contrary rauisht with her delight Shee winds her armes like vines about his necke Calls him her loue her joy and her liues spright Her better selfe all that her comforts decke Now doth shee chide the day for too slow flight And euening for her lazie pace doth checke Making her praiers to Night her welcom guest Whose silence must to waking loue yield rest 62 During this joy numberlesse people flow About the body of the Pagan King Whose monstrous greatnesse seemd to ouer-goe The Aetnean Cyclops or some greater thing Some at his beard in admiration grow Some of his countenaÌ„ce some of his shape do ring In briefe ther 's none beleeues that he is dead Or that one man such might could captiue lead 63 Till Charlimaine both to cut off amaze As also to make Rogers deeds diuine Caus'd to disarme the Turk on whom they gaze And on faire pillars wrought of stately pine Trophees that time nor ruine should down raze Within that place most rich in Paris eine Hung vp his head-peece curats and the rest With all that his great body did inuest 64 The masse of flesh by force of horse and man For like a mountaine it lay on the plaine Was dragd into the Voyrie and than Left as a prey for Rauens to remaine Who hiely feasted in their croking gan Triumph vpon his carrion and grow faine Singing in base songs that FreÌ„ch babes to beare Might wonder when of Rogers acts they heare 65 And now by this th'outragious bedlam soule Of euer-angrie Rodomonth was got Down through the earths sad corners to the fowle Blacke streame of Acheron

which first doth float About the bounds of hell on whose baÌ„ks knowle Millions of sprights he sees with clamors trot Crying on Charon who transported then His Bardge downe laden with a world of men 66 But he contemptuously hating to stay The lazie pleasure of the old mans sloath Into the lake leaps head-long and makes way With his deuided armes yet as he goeth With spightfull threatnings euer did inuay Against the Bardge-man who was likewise wroth And for he knew his Fare he had not paid With Oare in hand his landing passage staid 67 Th' ambitious Pagan staring in his face First smil'd then said alas poore silly man Thinkst thou whom age hath linckt to weake disgrace Against immortall Rodomounth to stan If all the diuels in hell be in thy case All shall be slaues to me that all things can Say thus said Rodomount the god of hell Whose wil 's a law whose law dare none repell 68 Packe hence then crooked lozzell hide thy head A better man a brauer boat I le haue The boat-swaine who such words nere heard nor read Thinking to drown him in the inkie waue Taking a stretcher at the spirit laid Which seene the nimble Turk with corage braue Into the boat leapes that with force it reeles And therewithal strikes vp the old mans heeles 69 Then on his snowie beard he claps his hold Giuing him buffets more then two or three The silly wretch singled with courage cold Yet to auoid him wants abilitie Both were impatient both their strengths vnfold Till they the boat and all orewhelmed be With such a noise as hels vast vaults resounded And Charon cri'd for Plutoes aide confounded 70 The soule of Rodomont from Kings descended Swame downe the riuer easily at his will And drags along with him madly offended The boat and boat-man whether he will or nill These as sad Trophees on his rage depended Whom he torments with worse then worst of ill Anon he lands them and doth then begin To looke how he might hels great Palace win 71 Pluto that from hels tower looked downe Sweats and torments himselfe to see this wrath Scarce can he tell how to preserue his crowne All that by doome of destenie he hath Now he begins to fret to scold and frowne Vowing iniustice manageth his scath And then he feares hie Ioue is down descended To take from him the right he long defended 72 The starre of Sicill Proserpin the faire Lanthorne of hell the paramour to Dis Felt selfe-like pangs and twice so great despaire By which her plaints grew more extream theÌ„ his With heauie eies wan cheekes and carelesse haire Round about hell shee runnes madly amisse And all the damned soules calles to her aide With flattering words thus in sweet liquor laid 73 You soules shee said you spirits miserable That burne in yce and frieze in scorching fire And you that nere to feele Loues darts were able To whom no golden touch of thoughts aspire Though pittie here by course is detestable Yet pittie me pittie my whole desire And with that pittie keepe and hold my right For which this prowd imperious foe doth fight 74 See how his rage claimes this vast Emperie Needs will he rule this damned fatall place My crowne he claimes my scepters dignitie My husbands birth-right al black Nights imbrace Downe falls my rule vnlesse your chiualrie Vnto my eager hopes bid happy base Which if you doe and I thereby repaire My ruin'd thoghts mark what I vow sweare 75 By sacred Styx by that obscure aspect By the dread spindle of the fatall three Twinnes got by Erebus and Nights defect And by the rocke on which the world doth lie I vowe my thoughts no labour shall neglect Vntill those dames brands of your miserie Come to this place and either ease your smarts Or feele due paine for such stiffe steeled hearts 76 But as for you that Loues flames haue not tasted But liue in hell for other hainous sinnes If through your aide my woes away be wasted And my ioyes Legend in your fame begins Then neuer more hence-forth shal you be blasted With tortures woes or ought that sorrow brings And if in hell sweet solace may be had I grant it them that make my sighings glad 77 When faire Eurydice had spoken thus The shadows which in blacke Auernus lay Thundring came vp and of her words discusse Glad of her promise and this holy day All promise aide no threats were burdenous And Agrican himselfe did first display Then Agramant then Mandricard then more Each striuing which should goe the rest before 78 All with imperious eagernesse contend Which first shall triumph ore the Pagan King At which debate heaueÌ„s frame with griefe did beÌ„d Bowing his breast to peace them summoning But seeing that their rage did more extend From this his vault did stormy lightening fling Thunder and tempest flew from heauens dore Such stormes till then was neuer seene before 79 Euen from the highest round that mooueth all To the low center where we hell repute The noise was heard which did all eares appale And from the same consuming fire did shute Which like well armed warriours in a brawle Seemd wirh reuenge each other to rebuke Whose broken speares like fierie arrowes fell And hung from heauen vnto the lowest hell 80 Th'opposed earth at these extreames admired Seeing hell quake and heauen thus inflamed Stroke dumbe and blinde mercie for sins desired Such prodigies fore times had neuer framed Earth thinkes the day of Doome is full expired For all in all and all things are ashamed Onely the Pagans soule from earth deuided Stood dreadlesse these hellish sights derided 81 Th' imperiall seat of heauenly loue he threats Bans aire and earth and elementall powers Vowing by his owne rage which all things beats That if he meete or finde deaths hatefull bowers The life hee tooke from him with mild intreats Hee shall restore againe in teary showers And he in spight of Plutoes deitie Will there in hell erect his Emperie 82 Where ere he went the Furies fled before him The whilst his pride augmented by their flight All things without hell gates ran to adore him And now the draw-bridge stands within his sight On it he prowdly leaps that quaking bore him And vaunts himselfe therof Lord king knight For why th' Ecchiddnian curre for feare was fled And in the burning lake did hide his head 83 And now he pulls the Eban bridge in sunder And hauing Charon this while by the heeles Like to a maull makes his old pate to thunder Beating the bridge whose rented pillars reeles Whilst Pluto who at all these acts did wonder More woes than hell includes with terror feeles His austere looke black swarthie angry redde Now grew exchang'd pale wan drie and dead 84 Like haplesse Pelops in an iuorie mount Vnnaturally so the blacke god stood Of woes the huge infinitiue account With stearne impatience makes him growe starke wood This hard disasterous chance

he doth recount Boyling his heart in this distempered blood Now this now that are grounds of this strange war Now neither this nor that th'occasioÌ„s are 85 One while he thinkes the bastard sonne of loue Great Hercules is come from heauen againe Led by a second fire a greater loue More fell than that of which the Poets faine He dreads that he his bed-right will remoue Which very thought puts him to mightie paine Aie me he cries Proserpina thy face From thence this furious warre begins his race 86 Scarce was that thought well setled in his thought But a new humour dispossest it straight New broyles old warres vnto confusion brought Conceit torments conceit and then the weight Of vnknowne sorrowes madly him distraught Now woes in words flew far beyond woes height Vntill the anguish of his soules tormenting Showers forth black teares to bath his heart relenting 87 Then from those teares his sighs and sorrows flie And to the caues imparts his heauy groanes From whose vast wombs impatient ecchoes crie Yet neither know nor vnderstand his moanes The damned soules in Phlegeton that lie Daunc't to his sorrow in their fierie thrones But he that saw his losse grow greater great Implores their aides with this sad sweet intreat 88 You airie ghosts and citizens of hell You sad abortiue monsters of the darke All you that in perpetuall torments dwell Behold my woes all my afflictions marke Come number my distempered thoughts then tel The fraught of feares borne in my bodies barke And though remorse did neuer you importune Yet for your selues and me ease my misfortune 89 I sweare that he what euer be his happe That gainst this man this monster or this deuill Brauely will beare himselfe and can intrap Th'vnconquered strong ridding vs of his euill Shall as my sonne sit on my sacred lappe And in our burning Palace brauely reuell All paines from him I 'le banish and exclude And call him hels new champion Fortitude 90 Nere shall he hence-forth bath in frosty fire Or feele the iron torrents hearts despight Which from the doome of Minos doe aspire And on the poore condemned spirits light But as my selfe sit in a seat much hier As if from him I held my soueraigne right And this he spake with such a feeling passion As moued in all the ghosts a milde compassion 91 Like Crowes about a carrion newly slaine Or like small flies about a candles flame So millions of the subiects vnto paine Condemned soules about blacke Pluto came First they whose liues the whole world did distain Kindling mischieuous brands with enuies blame Whose hie ambitions wed to Pollicie Stird ciuill warres to murder Pietie 92 Vp came the tyrants gorgd with bloodie goare And misers whose insatiate greedy thirst Ouerthrew nobilitie and slew the poore Then came the murderers with blood halfe burst Whose hands the guiltlesse hearts in peeces tore The traitours came vp came the worst of worst The mutenous the strife-ingendring flame The enuious and inconstant louers came 93 Vp rize the soules that had by fauours hold Taken the poore mans right to make him great And with them those which had for treasure sold Their countries freedome to a forraine seat Vp came the slanderous wise the desperate bold The wilfull periur'd on whom shames awaite And these began aloft to eleuate Their strengths and prowesses for Plutoes sake 94 But when the king of Death had heard their vant He sent them backe and thus their pride 's represt Retire weake soules vaine feeble and inconstant T' is not on you my hopes or safeties rest For he that must giue cure vnto my want Confirme my peace and make mee happy blest Must be a valiant Chieftaine full of might A famous warriour and approued knight 95 Euen he whose fame is planted on the seas In heauen in earth and here with vs in hell Who hath transported armies through all these Whose blade hath conquered men monsters fell He that in chains of gold leads thrugh dark waies Inthralled kings with whom all honors dwell This is the soule must shine in armes for me And venge my cause and set mine Empire free 96 The soule of king Gradasso hearing this Mounted aloft and thus made his reply Leaue to complaine thou god of diuels blisse For if on Fame or Knighthood thou relie Or on the Prince that nere led man amisse Whose troups haue scal'd those mouÌ„ts which losse the skie Then is it onely I must set thee free Though gods conspire to cope in armes with me 97 A thousand wreaths of conquering Lawrel binds My holy temples with faire tresses curld The rumor of my name spread in the winds Hath dar'd the Champions of the Western world Spaine haue I sackt my sword all Belgia blinds And Fraunce by me was topsie turuie turnd Two vowes I made and brought to passe with pain The like the world shall neuer see again 98 And these they were In spring time of my yeares Flying from Wealth and Pleasure two fell foes That often thrals and conquers mighty Peeres Deuote to Valure vow'd despight of nose To giue Orlando combate and sans feares To trie in fight what force from Reinald flowes Which done Orlandos horse I got as gaine And wan the sword of Reinald for my paine 99 This said and seeking more his praise to say The soule of Mandricard which aie disdaind Such base false bruits should beare the prize away Full fraught with furie madly himselfe demeand And rushing forth lowd as the Lyons bray Thunderd this answer hardly well restraind From handy blowes yet casting about his eie Lookt on Gradasso most despightfully 100 Harke quoth he how this terror scourge of flies Warmd with the blood that boyleth on his heart Boasteth his manhood in a thousand lies I saw the day when spight of all his arte He Spanniel-like for mercie to me cries I and I saw Astolpho on whose part Honor nor any valiant acte depended On whom the name of Knight neuer attended 101 Euen him I saw with a weake golden launce A weapon farre vnfitting for the warre Orethrow this mightie one and in a traunce Left him disgraced like a falling starre And yet himselfe boue vs he doth aduance Threatneth bright heauen which can wel declare That his contempt is false his praise a shade And onely our deeds are immortall made 102 These orethwart words made prowd Gradasso mad Madnes is euer silent for a space At length his fury burst from humor sad And like a flame did all his soule imbrace For aduocate strokes and not words he had Yet as he gaue the lie words worst disgrace The mightie ghost of Agramant vpraised Bade them be still vntill he were appaised 103 Then with a voice huge as a Northerne gale Doing to Pluto solemne reuerence He thus proceeded in his hawty tale What fire is this what winged violence What hie desire doth these great Peeres exhale And like false starres draw them vnto offence Like old men

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