Manuscript No. 1

Canto I. Stanza 77 (modified).

He spake in fury wood, like wight insane, And straight alighted on the Theban way, Where mortal gest and human vesture tane, He bore where new-born Phœbus bears the Day. Now spans his flight the Med’iterranean Main, Now spurns the bounds of Cleopatra’s sway; Now leaves to right the Garamántes-land, And circumjacent sheets of Libyan sand.