书城公版Orlando Furioso
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第22章 XXII

And seaward ran, her visage tearing sore, Presaging, and now certain of her plight:

She beat her bosom, and her tresses tore, And looked (the moon was shining) if she might Discover any thing beside the shore;

Nor, save the shore, was any thing in sight.

She calls Bireno, and the caverns round, Pitying her grief, Bireno's name rebound.