书城公版Orlando Furioso
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第1659章 LXXXV

I think not these last words of Scotland's knight Were so exprest, that he was understood:

With these, he finished, like a feeble light, Which needs supply of was, or other food.

-- Who is there, that has power to tell aright The gentle Isabella's doleful mood?

When stiff, her loved Zerbino, with pale face, And cold as ice, remained in her embrace.