Of Nations Strange, of Knights and Braves, of Kings, And every Handsome Venture 'neath the Sun, I sing! Whate'er capricious Fancy brings, Shall on the page ins honey'd discourse run, Soaring o'er Sense on Inspiration's wings, And making Myth and History into One. Things never dream'd, and things that ne'er could be, Within this weird kaleidoscope you'll see.