Far off, he saw that something shining lay, And spied Orlando's corslet on the ground;
And next his helm; but not that head-piece gay Which whilom African Almontes crowned:
He in the thicket heard a courser neigh, And, lifting up his visage at the sound, Saw Brigliadoro the green herbage browze, With rein yet hanging at his saddle-bows.
