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23 His belov'd Isidora resolv'd he to gain,

And he forc'd her to swear with an oath,

That his bride she'd become--yet her oath was in

vain,

And she liv'd an example of sorrow and

pain,

While happiness frown'd on them both.

Montilla in fury would often repair

the palace, demanding her hand;

But she shrunk back with horror, and sunk in

despair,

When, uplifted, she saw his arm wither'd and

bare,

And refused to obey his command.

"Oh! now is the moment of darkness," he

cried,

While the century's last midnight bell

Toll'd mournfully solemn--"Ah! here is my

bride,"

Montilla exclaim'd - as she stood by his

side-

Let's away to the portals of hell.