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;