书城公版Orlando Furioso
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第3827章 XVII

"Thou seest how righteous Heaven by pity stirred From the wide champaign, red with Grecian gore, Bears that fell man; and like a reckless bird Into the fowler's net hath made him soar;

That for short season, for revenge deferred, My son may mourn upon the Stygian shore.

Give me, my lord, I pray, this cruel foe, That by his torment I may soothe my woe."