书城公版Orlando Furioso
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第34章 XXXIV

She to the shore's extremest verge anew, Tossing her head, with hair dishevelled, run;

And seemed like maid beside herself, and who Was by ten fiends possessed, instead of one;

Of like the frantic Hecuba, at view Of murdered Polydore, her infant son;

Fixed on a stone she gazed upon the sea, Nor less than real stone seemed stone to be.