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1827.
No sad vacuities [i] his heart annoy;-- Blows not a Zephyr but it whispers joy; For him lost flowers their idle sweets exhale; He tastes the meanest note that swells the gale; For him sod-seats ... 1815.
Breathes not a zephyr but it whispers joy; For him the loneliest flowers their sweets exhale; He marks "the meanest note that swells the [ii] gale;" 1820.]
[Variant 6:
1820.
And dear the green-sward to his velvet tread; 1815.]
[Variant 7:
1815.
Whilst ... Only in 1820.]
[Variant 8:
1820.
... with kindest ray To light him shaken by his viewless way. 1815.]
[Variant 9:
1836.
With bashful fear no cottage children steal From him, a brother at the cottage meal, 1815.]
[Variant 10:
1845.
Much wondering what sad stroke of crazing Care, Or desperate Love could lead a wanderer there. 1815.
Much wondering in what fit of crazing care, Or desperate love, a wanderer came there. 1836.]
[Variant 11:
1836.
Me, lured by hope her sorrows to remove, A heart that could not much itself approve, O'er Gallia's wastes of corn dejected led, Her road elms rustling high above my head, Or through her truant pathways' native charms, By secret villages and lonely farms, To where the Alps ... 1820.
... could not much herself approve, 1827.
... lured by hope its sorrows to remove, 1832.
The lines 46, 47, were expanded in the edition of 1836 from one line in the editions of 1820-1832.]
[Variant 12:
1836.
I sigh at h.o.a.ry Chartreuse' doom.
Where now is fled that Power whose frown severe Tamed "sober Reason" till she crouched in fear?
That breathed a death-like peace these woods around; The cloister startles ... 1815.
Even now, emerging from the forest's gloom, I heave a sigh at h.o.a.ry Chartreuse' doom.
Where now is fled that Power whose frown severe Tamed "sober Reason" till she crouched in fear? 1820.]
[Variant 13:
1836.
That breathed a death-like silence wide around, Broke only by the unvaried torrent's sound, Or prayer-bell by the dull cicada drown'd. 1820.
The editions of 1827 and 1832 omit these lines.]
[Variant 14:
1836.
The cloister startles at the gleam of arms, And Blasphemy the shuddering fane alarms; 1815.]
[Variant 15:
1793.
That ... 1827.
The edition of 1836 returns to the text of 1793.]
[Variant 16:
1836.
And swells the groaning torrent with his tears. 1815.
