Kurzbeschreibung
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1882. Excerpt: ... CANTO FIRST. THE mellow moon is now on high, The evening star is in the sky, Whose arch is all unbroken, save Above the dead Sun's recent grave, Where, within the burning West, Crimson cloudlets lightly rest. All is hushed save where, as meet, The raptured nightingale sings sweet. There is a rustling in the trees; I hear a fairy step draw nigh; A form of light my vision sees. How timidly her lambent eye, With which the opening orbs that gaze, And gaze again, in mute amaze, And still astonishment, may try In vain, though in their prime, to vie, Around her roams as by she flees! Is she a visitant from Heaven, To man upon some message sent, Not upon wings of flame, that rent The air, like seraph downward driven; But as the angels that were borne To earth upon that hallowed morn, When strangling caverns failed to bind The Disenthraller of Mankind, Who, bursting from the howling gloom, Proclaimed His victory o'er the Tomb? She seems as if she ne'er before Had foot upon this planet placed, But, when the carnage which disgraced It erewhile had been heard above, She, as a minister of love, Had come, when lo! from shore to shore Is heard the voice of War no more! But still, suspecting that a calm, So sudden, is but to decoy Her steps to where they may destroy More silent, in the umbrage drear, With looks that are too high for fear, But not disdaining caution, here She glances round; lonely as lamb That's severed from its bleating dam, 'Mid hordes of wolves, does she appear. But from her noiseless flight she stays! No wonder, 'tis a beauteous bower; Around the amorous woodbine strays, While sweets the pale gum-sistas shower; And spreads abroad the purpling vine, And weaves between the eglantine. Upon her hand she leans her head, Round which the golden ringlets must...