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LII
Thrice looked he at the city; Thrice looked he at the dead; And thrice came on in fury, And thrice turned back in dread1: And, white with fear and hatred2, Scowled3 at the narrow way Where, wallowing in a pool of blood, The bravest Tuscans lay. 点击收听单词发音
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