书城公版Orlando Furioso
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第1856章 LXXV

The other of those brethren armed before His cousin, and had backed his courser wight;

And, having first defied, encountered sore, Spurring with flowing rein, the stranger knight.

Against the tempered helm that pagan wore Sounded the blow, an inch below the sight:

Heaven-high the truncheon flew, in fragments broke, But the stout pagan winced not for the stroke.