Memory, though slow,
returned
with strength; .
Wordsworth - 1
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would .
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1798.
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[Variant 54:
1836.
. . . torpid . . . 1798. ]
[Variant 55:
1827.
Memory, though slow, returned with strength; . . . 1798.
My memory and my strength returned; . . . 1802. ]
[Variant 56:
1802.
The wild brood . . . 1798. ]
[Variant 57: The following stanza occurs only in the editions of 1798 to
1805:
My heart is touched to think that men like these,
The rude earth's tenants, were my first relief:
How kindly did they paint their vagrant ease!
And their long holiday that feared not grief,
For all belonged to all, and each was chief.
No plough their sinews strained; on grating road
No wain they drove, and yet, the yellow sheaf
In every vale for their delight was stowed:
For them, in nature's meads, the milky udder flowed.
[Variant 54:
1836.
. . . torpid . . . 1798. ]
[Variant 55:
1827.
Memory, though slow, returned with strength; . . . 1798.
My memory and my strength returned; . . . 1802. ]
[Variant 56:
1802.
The wild brood . . . 1798. ]
[Variant 57: The following stanza occurs only in the editions of 1798 to
1805:
My heart is touched to think that men like these,
The rude earth's tenants, were my first relief:
How kindly did they paint their vagrant ease!
And their long holiday that feared not grief,
For all belonged to all, and each was chief.
No plough their sinews strained; on grating road
No wain they drove, and yet, the yellow sheaf
In every vale for their delight was stowed:
For them, in nature's meads, the milky udder flowed.
