 | Zóphiël ; or, the bride of seven |  |
LXVII.
So he relied on that; and fickle chance
Conspired with the deceit, until his doom
Was rushed upon. But still his bold advance
Some caution guarded. To the fatal room
Conspired with the deceit, until his doom
Was rushed upon. But still his bold advance
Some caution guarded. To the fatal room
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He came, and first explored with trusty blade;
But, soon as he approached the fatal bride,
Opened the terrace-door, and, half in shade,
A form, as of a mortal, seemed to glide.
But, soon as he approached the fatal bride,
Opened the terrace-door, and, half in shade,
A form, as of a mortal, seemed to glide.
| Zóphiël ; or, the bride of seven | |