Unconscious they had suffer’d death.
CANTO XXVII.
THE BANQUET OF ÆGIR.
Hlesey’s an island of renown;
But now ’tis small, for time and tide,
Batt’ring its base on every side,
Into the sea have plough’d it down;
But great in times of old its worth;
Then Hlesey could the rage abate