书城公版Orlando Furioso
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第1409章 LXVII

With these which might the solid anvil bore, (So well their ends were pointed) there and here, Each aiming at the shield his foeman wore, The puissant warriors shocked in mid career.

That of Rogero, wrought with magic lore, By fiends, had little from the stroke to fear:

I of the buckler speak Atlantes made, Of whose rare virtues I whilere have said.