Note 165 — 1837
Reading edition
1837.
Not flagging when the winds all sleep, Not hurried onward, when they sweep The bosom of th’ ethereal deep, Not turned aside, She knows an even course to keep, Whate’er betide. In the text of 1837 only.
Reading edition
1837.
Not flagging when the winds all sleep, Not hurried onward, when they sweep The bosom of th’ ethereal deep, Not turned aside, She knows an even course to keep, Whate’er betide. In the text of 1837 only.