书城公版Orlando Furioso
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第3318章 XVII

Three times and four the pale-faced pilot wrought The tiller with a vigorous push to sway;

And for the bark a surer passage sought:

But the waves snapt and bore the helm away.

To lower, or ease the bellying canvas aught The sailors had no power; nor time had they To mend that ill, or counsel what was best;

For them too hard the mortal peril prest.