书城公版Orlando Furioso
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第1597章 XXIII

"The steps I traced into the forest drear;

Nor far within the greenwood had I wound, When guided by a noise which smote my ear, I saw my comrade bleeding on the ground:

Of Isabel I asked the cavalier, Of Odoric, and what hand had dealt his wound;

And thence departed, when the thing I knew, Seeking the wretch these precipices through.