In the canon
The Orlando Furioso
- Form
- Form Epic Poem
- Year
- Year 1516
- Originally in
- Originally in Italian
- Pages
- Pages 970
Somewhere past the sphere of the moon lies a valley where everything lost on earth is heaped up: broken vows, wasted afternoons, the sighs of lovers, fame gnawed thin as moth-eaten cloth. A knight arrives on a winged horse to fetch back one jar, and the label on it reads Orlando's Wit.
Of loves and ladies, knights and arms, I sing, / Of courtesies, and many a daring feat;
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