书城公版Orlando Furioso
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第3288章 LXX

Upon some boat he hoped to lay his hand, Which him for love or force should thence convey.

Already Ogier's son had made the land, With the barbarians' fleet, his captive prey.

You could not there have cast a grain of sand Between those vessels; moored closely lay The mighty squadrons to that harbour brought, With conquerors these, and those with prisoners fraught.