THE VENETIAN BRACELET.
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He sought to take her hand; but back she flung
The shrowding mantle that around her clung.
"Ah! start you at my livid lip and brow?
You are familiar with such signs ere now!
O for a few short words! I've own'd the whole:
Ere this the Count Arezzi has my scroll.—
The darkness gathers on my failing eye,—
Leoni, let me gaze on thee and die!
O God, unloose this bracelet's fiery clasp!"—
Her spirit pass'd in that convulsive gasp.
The struggle's o'er,—that wild heart does not beat;
She lies a ghastly corpse before his feet.
XIII.
They show the traveller still a lonely tomb,
Hid in the darkness of a cloister's gloom;
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