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334 Oh, day disastrous! on her firm-set rock,

Dunedin's castle felt a secret shock;

Dark rolled the sympathetic waves of Forth,

Low groaned the startled whirlwinds of the north;

ruffled half his waves to form a tear,

The other half pursued his calm career;

's steep summit nodded to its base,

The surly Tolbooth scarcely kept her place.

The Tolbooth felt—for marble sometimes can,

On such occasions, feel as much as man—

The Tolbooth felt defrauded of his charms,

If died, except within her arms: