The Home for Fallen Women, founded schools

Of music taught on transcendental rules.

L. House was dull though splendid. She had schemes

Of a vast London palace on the Thames,

Which should combine all orders new and old

Of architectural taste a house could hold,

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And educate the masses. Then one day,

She fairly wearied and her soul gave way.

Again she sought Lord L., but not to ask

This time his counsel in the thankless task

She could no more make good, the task of living.

He was too mere a stranger to her grieving,

Her needs, her weakness. All her woman's heart

Was in rebellion at the idle part

He played in her sad life, and needed not

Mere pity for a pain to madness wrought.

She did not ask his sympathy. She said

Only that she was weary as the dead,

And needed change of air, and life, and scene:

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