书城公版Orlando Furioso
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第1011章 CLXXXIII

The horrid mixture of the bodies there Which heaped the plain where roved these comrades sworn, Might well have rendered vain their faithful care Amid the mighty piles, till break of morn, Had not the moon, at young Medoro's prayer, Out of a gloomy cloud put forth her horn.

Medoro to the heavens upturns his eyes Towards the moon, and thus devoutly cries: