书城公版Orlando Furioso
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第1811章 XXX

This spring was one of those four fountains rare, Of those in France produced by Merlin's sleight;

Encompassed round about with marble fair, Shining and polished, and then milk more white.

There in the stone choice figures chisseled were, By that magician's godlike labour dight;

Save voice was wanting, these you might have thought Were living and with nerve and spirit fraught.