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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. 1838 Excerpt:...in its erimson shame; And the anemone, whose check of flame Is gulden, as it were the flower the sun In his noon-hour most loved to look upon. At first the pillar'd halls were still and lone, As if some fairy palace all unknown To mortal eye or step. This was not long; Waken'd the lutes, and swell'd a burst of song, And the vast mirrors glitter'd with the erowd Of changing shapes. The young, the fair, the proud, Came thronging in; and the gay cavalier Took some fair flower from the fairest near, And gave it to the darkeyed beauty's hand, To mark his partner for the saraband; And graceful steps pass'd on, whose tender tread Was as the rose leaf in the autumn shed; And witching words, raising on the young check Blushes that had no need of words to speak. Many were lovely there; but, of that many, Was one who shone the loveliest of any, The young Olvmpia. On her face the dyes Were yet warm with the dance's exereise, The laugh upon her full red lip yet hung, And, arrowlike, flash'd light words from her tongue. She had more loveliness than beauty: hers Was that enchantment which the heart confers; A mouth sweet from its smiles, a glancing eye, Which had o'er all expression mastery; Laughing its orb, but the long dark lash made Somewhat of sadness with its twilight shade, And suiting well the upeast look which seem'd At times as it of melancholy dream'd; Her check was as a rainbow, it so changed, As each emotion o'er its surface ranged; And every word had its companion blush, But evanescent as the erimson flush That tints the daybreak; and her step was light As the gale passing o'er the leaves at night; In truth those snow feet were too like the wind, Too slight to leave a single trace behind. She lean'd against a pillar, and one hand Smooth'd back the curls that...