Whose nostrils, frightful snorting, taint the gale,
Each night uncheck’d pursues her baneful course:
Athwart the clouds her murky sisters sail,
And with loud shrieks of woe th’ affrighted earth assail.
Each star now veils its front, which once in guise
Of lamp illumed the heavens: the seaman bold,
Who, sailing in the Kattegat,[52] defies
The foaming billow and the tempest cold,
Hath lost his rudder; and when in despair
He to his anchor needs recourse must have,