XXXIX
This was fair Flordelice, whose bosom so
Burned with the love of Monodantes' son,
She, when she left him to his foe
At that streight bridge, had nigh distracted gone.
This was fair Flordelice, whose bosom so
Burned with the love of Monodantes' son,
She, when she left him to his foe
At that streight bridge, had nigh distracted gone.
Ariosto - Orlando Furioso - English
