书城公版Orlando Furioso
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第306章 XVI

"It steads not to strike sail, nor lash the mast, Lowered on the gang-board, nor our castles fell;

The bark, in our despite, is hurried fast Towards the pointed rocks about Rochelle:

Save He, above, assist us at the last, The cruel storm will us ashore impel;

Driven thither by ill wind with mightier speed Than ever bow-string gave to whistling reed.