书城公版Orlando Furioso
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第1571章 CXXXII

Wearied and woe-begone, he fell to ground, And turned his eyes toward heaven; nor spake he aught.

Nor ate, nor slept, till in his daily round The golden sun had broken thrice, and sought His rest anew; nor ever ceased his wound To rankle, till it marred his sober thought.

At length, impelled by phrensy, the fourth day, He from his limbs tore plate and mail away.