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. 1860 edition. Excerpt: ... unscepter'd and brought low, Her awful garb of maiden pride All melted into tears like snow; The mistress of my reverent thought, Whose praise was all I ask'd of fame, In my close-watch'd approval sought Protection as from danger and blame; Her soul, which late I loved to invest With pity for my poor desert, Buried its face within my breast, Like a pet fawn by hunters hurt. 6. Sweet are the flatteries of love; They neither would nor do deceive, Albeit they lift our hearts above All flatteries which our hearts believe 1 But this of making me her lord Appear'd such passionate excess, I almost wish'd her state restored, I almost wish'd she loved me less. I felt abash'd, and look'd aside From honour I might not refuse, Until I saw my shame was pride, Since love in love discerns all dues, And never of meaner payment speaks, But loves to love for love's sole sake, And in its object only seeks That worth which only love can wake. 7-Of this good truth intelligent, I buried soon, in the deep sea Of a most near and dear content, All pride and all humility; So she beside me sate her down, Excused from dignity and care, And I submitted to the crown No choice was left me but to wear. THE EPILOGUE. i. His " Book the First" so finish'd, Vaughan, Elated with his partner's praise, March'd laughing up and down the lawn, With brows that seem'd to feel the bays. She thought the Critics must admire What seemed to her such lovely rhymes I "Nay," answer'd he, with rising ire, Foreboding " Blackwood" and " The Times," "I'm not a Chartist or a lord; "To strut on stilts is not my use; "And my vain claim to their good word "Is nothing but a noble Muse." Then, boasting Songs to come, he said The...