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Virtue runs before the
And defies her skill,
She is rapt, and doth
To wait a painter's will

All through an empty place I go,
And find her not in any room;
The candles and the lamps I
Go down before a wind of gloom

Alas
Now o'er Britannia there hangs a gloom,
Because over 400 British Tars have met with a watery tomb;
Who served aboard the " Victoria," the biggest ship in the navy,

The Eurydice—it concerned thee,
O Lord:
Three hundred souls,
O alas

When I
What I have lost with what I have gained,
What I have missed with what attained,    Little room do I find for pride
I am

Painful! Hour of grief
A little one, angel face
Alas! Born asleep.

I swallow stained glass
In front of me
A lit cigarette
The thunder rolls