How pure the joy, when first my hands unfold
The small, rare volume, black with tarnished gold!
Illustrations of Sterne. Bibliomania. Line 137.
ANN RADCLIFFE. 1764-1823.
Fate sits on these dark battlements and frowns,
And as the portal opens to receive me,
A voice in hollow murmurs through the courts
Tells of a nameless deed.[456:2]