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THE FATAL RESOLVE.
Myrtilla exclaimed, “Yes, Alexis shall die,
The deadliest of darts from Love's quiver I'll borrow;
And if I may trust to this arm and this eye,
The Rebel's last sigh shall be heaved ere to-morrow.”
The deadliest of darts from Love's quiver I'll borrow;
And if I may trust to this arm and this eye,
The Rebel's last sigh shall be heaved ere to-morrow.”
She resolved that the Youth should be mortally wounded,
And dread was the pause ere the arrow was thrown;
But so hard was his heart, that alas! it rebounded,
And the death-doing weapon was lodged in her own.
And dread was the pause ere the arrow was thrown;
But so hard was his heart, that alas! it rebounded,
And the death-doing weapon was lodged in her own.
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