Thrice looked he at the city； Thrice looked he at the dead； And thrice came on in fury, And thrice turned back in dread： And, white with fear and hatred, Scowled at the narrow way Where, wallowing in a pool of blood, The bravest Tuscans lay.
编辑：chaxungu时间：2022-10-13 02:51:07分类：英语诗歌
Thrice looked he at the city； Thrice looked he at the dead； And thrice came on in fury, And thrice turned back in dread： And, white with fear and hatred, Scowled at the narrow way Where, wallowing in a pool of blood, The bravest Tuscans lay.