书城公版Orlando Furioso
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第1208章 LXXXII

Not yet from earth's hard visage has the sun Lifted her veil of dim and dingy dye;

Scarcely Lycaon's child, her furrow done, Has turned about her ploughshare in the sky;

When to the theatre the women run Who would the fearful battle's end espy, As swarming bees upon their threshold cluster, Who bent on change of realm in springtide muster.