书城公版Orlando Furioso
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第1656章 LXXXII

"I of our bodies cherish hope not light, That they shall have a happier fate when dead:

Together to entomb them, may some wight, Haply by pity moved, be hither led."

She the poor remnants of his vital sprite Went on collecting, as these words she said;

And while yet aught remains, with mournful lips, The last faint breath of life devoutly sips.