Chapter 33

“Scarce had the rising sun the day reveal’d, Scarce had his heat the pearly dews dispell’d, When from the woods there bolts, before our sight, Somewhat betwixt a mortal and a sprite, So thin, so ghastly meager, and so wan, So bare of flesh, he scarce resembled man. This thing, all tatter’d, seem’d from far t’implore Our pious aid, and pointed to the shore. We look behind, then view his shaggy beard; His clothes were tagg’d with thorns, and filth his limbs …