Excerpt from The Lost Island: AtlantisAnd all the air was filled with tremulous sighs Borne from the waste of waters, musical, Yet dreamy soft, as some old Orphic hymn, That ¿oated up, what time the day grew dim, From Dorian groves, and forest privacies.About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.comThis 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.