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``But thy father loves the clashing Of broadsword and of shield: He loves to drink the steam that reeks1 From the fresh battlefield: He smiles a smile more dreadful Than his own dreadful frown, When he sees the thick black cloud of smoke Go up from the conquered town. 点击收听单词发音
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