书城公版Orlando Furioso
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第1723章 XXXIV

"He who had marked her sorrow and lament, That day, himself had sorrowed with the fair.

`What pains (she said) did ever wight torment, So cruel, but that mine more cruel were?

I need not to accomplish my intent, In other love, impure or pure, despair;

The rose I well might gather from the thorn:

My longing only is of hope forlorn.