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. 1871 edition. Excerpt: ...ample round Of massy gold and martial air, And such as Eastern Princes wear. Joyous and bold each ardent look Of mirth and wild adventure spoke; (Just so, by fabling scribes 'tis told The robber Caliph looked of old). And lo! I saw--and cursed the light That scared me with so foul a sight. The cheek and lip, so smooth before With grim mustachios roughened o'er; Not such as ill requite the care Of Bond Street's callow militaires, But fiercely curled, of mighty span, And formed to fright a whole Divan. "Such are the fancies, passion bred, That nightly vex my feverish head. Oh I Persia! Oh! ye kinsmen sage, That watched and blessed my ripening age, Was it for this I vowed to store My ardent soul with British lore? Now, if I turn some page antique, Where truth and reverend wisdom speak, New readings mar the thought divine, And every word is Caroline! Now when my listless eyes I strain On line and circle, sphere and plane, Throughout the geometric maze, 'Tis all a dance my mind surveys; Of laws I think of those alone Which Beauty's bondmen love to own. Of British science, arts and armB, Of Glasgow looms, and Hampshire farms, Of gas and steam, of docks, canals, Schools, savings' banks, and hospitals, Of lectures, trials, plays, debates, Taxes, and funds, and parish rates, Alas 1 I now can think no more Than mad Cambyses thought of yore, Unless their properties combine In the loved name of Caroline. "Oft, too, I mourn with humblest awe, Prophet, thy violated law; For while within those radiant eyes, I saw the living flashes rise, I felt my former faith expire, And turned a Worshipper of fire! "But hence, ye thoughts that would control, The whelming current of my soul; For what are learning, wealth, command, What Britain's isle, or...