——ere they had time
To place his helm again.—[MS. M. erased.]
[ab] O ye Gods! wounded.—[MS. M.]
[21] {73}[Compare—"His flashing eyes, his floating hair." Kubla Khan, line 49.]
[22] [Compare Childe Harold, Canto I. stanzas lv., lvi., Poetical Works, 1898, i. 57, 58, and note II, pp. 91, 92.]
[23] {75}[Compare—
"How wonderful is Death,
Death and his brother Sleep!"
Shelley's Queen Mab, i. lines 1, 2]
[ac] Crisps the unswelling wave.—[MS. M. erased]