With joy to save, and dread of some mischance
Unto his protégée; while hers, transfixed
With infant terrors, glared as from a trance,
A pure, transparent, pale, yet radiant face,
Like to a lighted alabaster vase:—[466]
XCVII.
Up came John Johnson (I will not say "Jack,"
For that were vulgar, cold, and common-place
On great occasions, such as an attack
On cities, as hath been the present case):