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The Triumph Of Dead : Chap. 1
That gallant lady, gloriously bright,
The stately pillar once of worthiness,
And now a little dust, a naked sprite,
O Lord! In Me There Lieth Naught
O Lord! in me there lieth naught
But to thy search revealed lies;
For when I sit,
Thou markest it,
The Dolefull Lay Of Clorinda
Ay me, to whom shall I my case complaine,
That may compassion my impatient griefe!
Or where shall I unfold my inward paine,
The Triumph Of Dead : Chap. 2
That night, which did the dreadful hap ensue
That quite eclips'd, nay, rather did replace
The sun in skies, and me bereave of view,

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