39
“These words I ended not, when saw we rise a Shape in air, enormous, sore the view o’it; a Form disformèd of a giant size; frownèd its face; the long beard squalid grew o’it; its mien dire menacing; its cavern’d eyes glared ghastly ’mid the mouldy muddy hue o’it; stainèd a clayey load its crispy hair and coal-black lips its yellow tusks lay bare.