The Bard. I. 3, Line 12.
Weave the warp, and weave the woof,
The winding-sheet of Edward's race.
Give ample room and verge enough[383:3]
The characters of hell to trace.
The Bard. II. 1, Line 1.
Fair laughs the morn, and soft the zephyr blows;
While proudly riding o'er the azure realm
In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes,
Youth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm;