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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. 1852 Excerpt:... more than when she lost the Hesperid golden prize. G. C. S. I, who with heart unsoften'd in my prime, Of Venus, bringing madness, spurn'd the power--I, whom no dart could reach in-former time Of Love, the heart-consuming--in the hour CM" middle age, to thee my neck I bow, O Cyprian queen! Laugh, and receive thy slave; More is thy triumph seen o'er Pallas now, Then when the Hesperian apple glory gave. G. B. CCCXXI. THE SAME. Does thine hair a head-dress hind? With a violent feeling I am wasted away, on beholding the likeness of the tower-hearing Rhea. Is thy head without a covering? By the auburn colour of thy tresses, I drive from my breast my mind, that has melted away. Dost thou conceal thy pendent locks with a white veil? A fire not less intense lays hold of my heart. A triad of Graces attend upon thy triple state; and every state sends forth its own fire. CCCXXII. THE SAME. Being about to say to thee--" Fare thee well"--I pull back again the voice, so as to return; and again I remain near thee. For I shudder at the terrible distance from thee, as at the bitter night of Acheron. For thy light is like the day; but a portion of it is voiceless; do thou, then, bring the prattling, which is sweeter than the Sirens, and on which all the hopes of my very soul hang. When I meant, lovely Ida, to bid thee farewell, My faltering voice the sad office denied; From my lips broken accents of tenderness fell, And I rcmain'd motionless close by thy side. Nor wonder, sweet girl, at the baffled endeavour; The pang of the moment, that tears me away, Can only be equall'd by that, which for ever Shuts out from my soul the blest prospect of day. Oh! Ida, 'tis thou art my day. 'Tis to thee I look for the light, that should make me rejoice; Thy presence the day-...