Excerpt from Eyes in Solitude Of wifely glances, welcome of the head Whose glorious auburn shames its binding gold Love's every sign, save tears she cannot shed From vengeance screening eyes. So now on carpets idly rolled He has passed; 'tis solemn pause for sacrifice. Here the poor slave shall have her hour, or ere she dies. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.