书城公版Orlando Furioso
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第2767章 XII

I say, that when upon the river side Arrives that ancient, of his store profuse, He all those names into the turbid tide Discharges, as he shakes his mantle loose.

A countless shoal, they in the stream subside;

Nor henceforth are they fit for any use;

And, out of mighty myriads, hardly one Is saved of those which waves and sand o'errun.