书城公版Orlando Furioso
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第2233章 XV

But Fortune, that of madmen is the guide, Him from the water drew near Ceuta's shore, Upon that beach, and of those walls as wide As twice an archer's hand could shoot at score.

For many days along the bank he hied, At hazard, ever westward hurrying sore, Until he came where on the sea-beat strand Encamped a host of blacks, a countless band.