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Where bells no more affright the morn -- Where scrabble never comes -- Where very nimble Gentlemen Are forced to keep their rooms -- Where tired Children placid1 sleep Thro' Centuries of noon This place is Bliss2 -- this town is Heaven -- Please, Pater, pretty soon! "Oh could we climb where Moses stood, And view the Landscape o'er" Not Father's bells -- nor Factories, Could scare us any more! 点击收听单词发音
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