书城公版Orlando Furioso
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第2832章 LXXVIII

Discoursing all this while, the martial maid Spake with her beavor up, without disguise:

Ferrau, as that fair visage he surveyed, Perceived he was half vanquished by its eyes.

And to himself, in under tone, he said, "He seems an angel sent from Paradise;

And, though he should not harm me with his lance, I am already quelled by that sweet glance."