书城公版Orlando Furioso
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第3792章 LXXXVII

He left the dead, and drew his shining blade Upon a squadron, whom he saw most nigh;

And now at once, and now at other made;

Cleft bodies, and made hearts from shoulders fly.

At throat, at breast and flank the warrior laid;

Smote hand, and arm, and shoulder, bust, and thigh;

And through that champaign ran the reeking blood, As to the valley foams the mountain-flood.