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He reeled, and on Herminius He leaned one breathing-space; Then, like a wild cat mad with wounds, Sprang right at Astur's face. Through teeth, and skull1, and helmet So fierce a thrust he sped, The good sword stood a hand-breadth out Behind the Tuscan's head. 点击收听单词发音
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