With his broad palm;—'twixt love and fear,
He looked, as he no doubt felt, queer,
And in his dream sate down.
XVI.
The Devil was no uncommon creature;
A leaden-witted thief—just huddled
Out of the dross and scum of nature;
A toad-like lump of limb and feature,
With mind, and heart, and fancy muddled.