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Armida gathered trails of roses and lilies from the thickets around her,
and cast a spell on them, and made bands with which she fettered his
sleeping limbs; and then she called her nymphs, and they put him into her
ear, and she went away with him through the air far off, even to one of
the Islands in the great ocean, where her jealousy, assisted by
her art, would be in dread of no visitors, no discovery.
Armida gathered trails of roses and lilies from the thickets around her,
and cast a spell on them, and made bands with which she fettered his
sleeping limbs; and then she called her nymphs, and they put him into her
ear, and she went away with him through the air far off, even to one of
the Islands in the great ocean, where her jealousy, assisted by
her art, would be in dread of no visitors, no discovery.
Stories from the Italian Poets
