书城公版Orlando Furioso
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第3848章 XXXVIII

"If the sun turn from us and shorten day, Earth all its beauties from the sight doth hide;

The wild winds howl, and snows and ice convey;

Bird sings not; nor is leaf or flower espied.

So, whensoever thou thy gladsome ray, O my fair sun, from me dost turn aside, A thousand, and all evil, dreads, make drear Winter within me many times a year.