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. 1866 Excerpt: ...And ah! let it never Be foolishly said That my room it is gloomy And narrow my bed; For man never slept In a different bed--And, to sleep, you must slumber In just such a bed. My tantalized spirit Here blandly reposes, Forgetting, or never Regretting its roses--Its old agitations Of myrtles and roses: For now, while so quietly Lying, it fancies A holier odour About it, of pansies--A rosemary odour, Commingled with pansies--With rue and the beautiful Puritan pansies. And so it lies happily, Bathing in many A dream of the truth And the beauty of Annie--Drowned in a bath Of the tresses of Annie. She tenderly kissed me, She fondly caressed, And then I fell gently To sleep on her breast--Deeply to sleep From the heaven of her breast. When the light was extinguished, She covered me warm, And she prayed to the angels To keep me from harm--To the queen of the angels To shield mo from harm. And I li: so composedly, Now, in my bed, (Knowing her love) That you fancy me dead--And I rest so contentedly, Now in my bed, (With her love at my breast) That you fancy me dead--That you shudder to look at me, Thinking me dead:--But my heart it is brighter Than all of the many Stars in the sky, For it sparkles with Annie--It glows with the light Of the love of my Annie--"With the thought of the light ()f the eyes of mv Annie. In sunshine and in shadow, Had journeyed long, Singing a song, In search of Eldorado. But he grew old--This knight so bold--And o'er his heart a shadow Fell as he found No spot of ground That looked like Eldorado. And, as his strength Failed him at length, He met a pilgrim shadow--"Shadow," said he, "Where can it be--This land of Eldorado 1" "Over the Mountains Of the Moon, Down the Valley of the Shadow, Ride, boldly ride,"...