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. 1848 Excerpt: ...Who waits but thy consent to be thy slave, With gentlest hoof, and softest motion nears, Moves round the infant, bends his lofty neck Where strength, ease, grace and majesty are blent--Look where the daring infant's little hands Play with his mane; he dare not lift his head Lest he displease the child. NIMROD. Enough--enough. Whate'er betide, that creature is mine own. SATAN. The infant, too, is thine: the mother dead, Left her an orphan to the sovereign's care. NIMROD. Sovereign? what meanest thou? 8ATAN. All thou wilt know When on that seat of empire thou art set. NlMROD. I care not for thy meaning; that child's friend Is mine, and mine that daring child. SATAN. Tis Done Exit Satan. Nimrod moves forward, and takes up the young Semiramis, who clings to him. The horse stands with his head at Nimrod'sfeet. Nimrod, after a pause, bounds on its back, with the child in his arms. The people shout. CROWD. Hail Nimrod, Saviour Champion, and our King Now fear we not or beast, or hostile man. NIMROD. Nimrod I was, now am I many such, Yet all am Nimrod; myself multiplied In force, in energy, in power; in all That made existence proud and fearless joy. This creature moves beneath me as myself; As if a thousand limbs were mine to bear Me onward o'er all prostrate. Ha what mean These mustering clouds up streaming to the sun, Telling of wild commotion in the south? And now, methinks, a hollow, gathering sound--A coming, hoarser tramp--now million points Of dancing light break through the serried cloud, As if some new strange firmament had set Its starry screen beneath the wondering sun. What may all mean? My horse begins to snort, And all his fellows with quick ears bent forth, Their nostrils reddening with impatient breath, Pant eager for some action; e'en this child...