Note 37 — CANTO VII. THE RETURN HOME.
William Edward Frye translation
In amplifying this stanza, I could not avoid borrowing something from Mason, in that beautiful chorus of Elfrida, beginning,
“Say! will no white-robed son of light,”
and the words
“Whose cheek but emulates the peach’s bloom, “Whose breath the hyacinth’s perfume,”
occurring to my memory, I made no scruple of adopting them, and I am sure my readers will view with an indulgent eye this plagiarism.