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Herminius beat his bosom1: But never a word he spake. He clapped his hand on Auster's mane, He gave the reins2 a shake. Away, away, went Auster, Like an arrow from the bow: Black Auster was the fleetest steed From Aufidus to Po. 点击收听单词发音
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