书城公版Orlando Furioso
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第3640章 CXXXIV

"He chanced upon the costly dome (as I

To you was in my story making known)

When he expected not a hut to spy, And but a weary waste of woodland lone.

As he beheld the dome with wondering eye, Anselmo thought his intellects were gone:

That he was drunk, or dreamed that wondrous sight He weened, of that his wits had taken flight.