And on whose forehead inaccessible
The raven lodged in safety.—Many a ship
Launched into Morecamb-bay to him hath owed[686]
Her strong knee-timbers, and the mast that bears
The loftiest of her pendants; He, from park
Or forest, fetched the enormous axle-tree
That whirls (how slow itself!) ten thousand spindles[687]
And the vast engine labouring in the mine,
Content with meaner prowess, must have lacked
The trunk and body of its[688] marvellous strength,