书城公版Orlando Furioso
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第1716章 XXVII

"Ranging, she wandered to a shady font;

Where, worn and troubled, she, in weary wise, Lit from her courser and disarmed her front, And, couched upon the greenwood, closed her eyes.

A tale more pleasing than what I recount In story there is none, I well surmise:

Thither repaired young Flordespine of Spain, Who in that wood was hunting with her train.