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Not that I love thy children, whose dull eyes See nothing save their own unlovely woe1, Whose minds know nothing, nothing care to know, - But that the roar of thy Democracies, Thy reigns2 of Terror, thy great Anarchies, Mirror my wildest passions like the sea And give my rage a brother -! Liberty! For this sake only do thy dissonant3 cries Delight my discreet4 soul, else might all kings By bloody5 knout or treacherous6 cannonades Rob nations of their rights inviolate7 And I remain unmoved - and yet, and yet, These Christs that die upon the barricades8, God knows it I am with them, in some things. 点击收听单词发音
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