书城公版Orlando Furioso
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第98章 XCIX

And gladly with her hands her face would hood, Were they not fastened to the rugged stone:

But with her tears (for this at least she could)

Bedewed it, and essayed to hold it down.

Sobbing some while the lovely damsel stood;

Then loosed her tongue and spake in feeble tone;

But ended not; arrested in mid-word, By a loud noise which in the sea was heard.