LXXXIV. E in certa cameretta entrati sono, LXXXV. Questo fu d'un gigante smisurata, Come e' fu morto questo gran nimico LXXXVI Veggendo questa istoria il conte Orlando, LXXXIV. And in a certain closet, where the wall Was cover'd with old armour like a crust, The abbot said to them, " I give you all." Morgante rummaged piecemeal from the dust The whole, which, save one cuirass, was too small, And that too had the mail inlaid with rust. They wonder'd how it fitted him exactly, Which ne'er has suited others so compactly. LXXXV. "Twas an immeasurable giant's, who ; Who long had waged a war implacable: Precisely as the war occurr'd they drew him, And there was Milo as he overthrew him. LXXXVI. Seeing this history, Count Orlando said In his own heart, "Oh God, who in the sky Know'st all things! how was Milo hither led? Who caused the giant in this place to die?" So that he could not keep his visage dry,― THE PROPHECY OF DANTE. "Tis the sunset of life gives me mystical lore, And coming events cast their shadows before." CAMPBELL |