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False look, false hope, and falsest love, All meteors sent to me, To show how they the heart could move, And how deceiving be: They left me darkened, crushed, alone; My spirit's household gods o'erthrown.

The world itself is changed, and all That was beloved before Is vanished, and beyond recall, For I can hope no more: The sear of fire, the dint of steel, Are easier than such wounds to heal.

"," said Lady Marchmont, earnestly "you are wrong: I will not talk to you, because I know it would be in vain, of the advantages of the connexion; for I believe