书城公版Orlando Furioso
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第1586章 XII

Since every one had left the place for dread, No wight he found within it, small or great:

But here was homely food in plenty spread, Victual, well sorting with the pastoral state.

Here, acorns undistinguishing from bread, By tedious fast and fury driven to sate His hunger, he employed his hand and jaw On what he first discovered, cooked or raw.