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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1841 edition. Excerpt: ...At starry midnight charm'd the silent air; In vain the wild-bird carol'd on the steep, To hail the sun, slow wheeling from the deep; In vain, to soothe the solitary shade, Aerial notes in mingling measure play'd; The summer wind that shook the spangled tree, The whispering wave, the murmur of the bee;--Still slowly pass'd the melancholy day, And still the stranger wist not where to stray;--The world was sad--the garden was a wild! And Man, the hermit, sigh'd--till Woman smiled! Campbell. O Love, first learn'd in a lady's eyes, Lives not alone immured in the brain; But, with the motion of all elements, Courses as swift as thought in every power; And gives to every power a double power, Above their functions and their offices. It adds a precious feeling to the eye;--A lover's eyes will gaze an eagle blind: A lover's ears will hear the lowest sound, When the suspicious head of theft is stopt.--For valour, is not love a Hercules, Still climbing trees in the Hesperides? Subtle as Sphinx; as sweet and musical As bright Apollo's lute, strung with his hair: And when Love speaks, the voice of all the gods Makes heaven drowsy with the harmony. Never durst poet touch a pen to write, Until his ink were temper'd with Love's sighs: O! then his lines would ravage savage ears, And plant in tyrants mild humility. From women's eyes this doctrine I derive: They sparkle still the right Promethean fire; They are the books, the arts, the academes, That show, contain, and nourish all the world; Else, none at all in aught proves excellent. Shakspere. THE CONFESSION. There is a language by the virgin made, Not read but felt, not utter'd but betray'd, A mute communion, yet so wondrous sweet, Eyes must impart what tongue can ne'er repeat. 'Tis written on her cheeks...