Tokens of bliss! - “Oh! horrible! a wave
Roars as it rises - save me, Edward! save!”
She cries: - Alas! the watchman on his way
Calls, and lets in - truth, terror, and the day!
LETTER XXIV.
Be it a weakness, it deserves some praise, -
We love the play-place of our early days;
The scene is touching, and the heart is stone
That feels not at that sight - and feels at none.
The wall on which we tried our graving skill;