_ We picture a man creeping over a
wide plain, fearing that any sound he makes will arouse some wild beast
or other
frightful
thing.
Keats
_missal_, prayer-book.
PAGE 97. l. 247. _To wake . . . tenderness._ He waited to hear, by the
sound of her breathing, that she was asleep.
l. 250. _Noiseless . . . wilderness.
_ We picture a man creeping over a
wide plain, fearing that any sound he makes will arouse some wild beast
or other
frightful
thing.
l. 257. _Morphean._ Morpheus was the god of sleep.
