书城公版Orlando Furioso
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第1551章 CXII

Then well-nigh lost all feeling; so a prey Wholly was he to that o'ermastering woe.

This is a pang, believe the experienced say Of him who speaks, which does all griefs outgo.

His pride had from his forehead passed away, His chin had fallen upon his breast below;

Nor found he, so grief barred each natural vent, Moisture for tears, or utterance for lament.