Note 1 — THE TRANSMIGRATIONS OF INDUR.

Not less their number than th’ embodied cranes,

Or milk-white swans on Asia’s wat’ry plains,

That o’er the windings of Cayster’s springs

Stretch their long necks, and clap their rustling wings

Now tower aloft, and course in airy rounds;

Now light with noise; with noise the field resounds.—Pope’s Homer.