书城公版Orlando Furioso
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第1477章 XXXVII

"I leave such vestige wheresoe'er I tread, The volleyed thunder leaves not worse below."

He had thrown back, over Frontino's head, The courser's gilded reins, in saying so, Backed him, and left Hippalca sore bested;

Who, bathed in tears, and goaded by her woe, Cries shame on him, and threats the king with ill:

Rodomont hearkens not, and climbs the hill: