书城公版Orlando Furioso
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第3526章 XIX

"With genius high and beauty no less bright, Which might have served the very stones to move, Such love, such sweetness did the maid unite, Thinking thereof meseems my heart is clove.

She had no greater pleasure or delight Than being with me, did I rest or rove.

Twas long ere we had any strife; in fine We quarrelled; and the fault, alas! was mine.