XI. I've got an arrow here; Loving the hand that sent it, I the dart revere. Fell, they will say, in 'skirmish'! Vanquished, my soul will know, By but a simple arrow Sped by an archer's bow.
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XI. I've got an arrow here; Loving the hand that sent it, I the dart revere. Fell, they will say, in 'skirmish'! Vanquished, my soul will know, By but a simple arrow Sped by an archer's bow.