i was often tempted , when all was at peace around me , and i the only unquiet thing that wandered restless in a scene so beautiful and heavenly-if i except some bat , or the frogs , whose harsh and interrupted croaking was heard only when i approached the shore-often , i say , i was tempted to plunge into the silent lake , that the waters might close over me and my calamities for ever.1 but i was restrained , when i thought of the heroic and suffering elizabeth , whom i tenderly loved , and whose existence was bound up in mine .