书城公版Orlando Furioso
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第1529章 XC

Not looking to his feet, by high or low, The beast of craven kind, with headlong force Three miles in rings had gone, and more would go, But that into a fosse which stopt their course, Not lined with featherbed or quilt below, Tumble, reversed, the rider and his horse.

On the hard ground was Mandricardo thrown, Yet neither spoiled himself, nor broke a bone: