书城公版Orlando Furioso
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第1281章 XI

Thinking him slain who only lay amazed, By pity prest, Zerbino leapt to ground, And from his deathlike face the vizor raised;

And he, as wakened out of sleep profound, In silence, hard upon Zerbino gazed;

Then cried, "It does not me, in truth, confound, To think that I am overthrown by thee, Who seem'st the flower of errant chivalry.