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For that worst rack, the rack of outward show, Still haunts such vanity the deepest woe. The heart may swell to bursting, but the while The features wear the seeming of a smile: The eye be lesson'd, and the lip be seal'd, And wretchedness be, like the plague, conceal'd. —It was the Count : "What, still here!— Come, thou wild dreamer of another sphere, I must shut out the sky, if thus it share My stars, thine eyes, which should be shining there, Making yon hall its equal; but to-night You have,, a rival light. The English bride,—see round they crowd to gaze On the new loveliness her form displays. Why, she should bear the name which once you bore, —The peasant countess,—it would suit her more."