'_Over waves rough and deep_' (line 122).
We took boat near the lighthouse at the point of the right horn of the bay, which makes a sort of natural port for Genoa; but the wind was high, and the waves long and rough, so that I did not feel quite recompensed by the view of the city, splendid as it was, for the danger apparently incurred.

The boatman (I had only one) encouraged me, saying, we were quite safe; but I was not a little glad when we gained the shore, though Shelley and Byron--one of them at least who seemed to have courted agitation from every quarter--would have probably rejoiced in such a situation.

More than once, I believe, were they both in extreme danger even on the Lake of Geneva.

Every man, however, has his fears of some kind or other, and, no doubt, they had theirs.

Of all men whom I have ever known, Coleridge had the most of passive courage in bodily trial, but no one was so easily cowed when moral firmness was required in miscellaneous conversation or in the daily intercourse of social life.
300.
'_How lovely_--_didst thou appear, Savona_' (ll.