Of billows breaking on the shore."
"Hush!--'tis beneath the ground,
That hollow rending shock,
Makes the tall mountains rock,--
The solid earth doth like a drunkard reel;
Pale nature holds her breath,
Her tribes are mute as death.
In silent dread the coming doom they feel."
"Ah, God have mercy!--hark! those dismal cries--
Man knows his danger now,