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But human vices have provoked the rod 1815.

In the editions 1815-1832 this and the following line preceded lines
399-400. They took their final position in the edition of 1836. ]


[Variant 108:

1836.

. . . whose vales and mountains round 1820. ]


[Variant 109:

1836.

(Compressing eight lines into six. )

. . . to awful silence bound.
A gulf of gloomy blue, that opens wide
And bottomless, divides the midway tide.
Like leaning masts of stranded ships appear
The pines that near the coast their summits rear;
Of cabins, woods, and lawns a pleasant shore
Bounds calm and clear the chaps still and hoar;
Loud thro' that midway gulf ascending, sound
Unnumber'd streams with hollow roar profound: 1820. ]


[Variant 110:

1836.

Mount thro' the nearer mist the chaunt of birds,
And talking voices, and the low of herds,
The bark of dogs, the drowsy tinkling bell,
And wild-wood mountain lutes of saddest swell. 1820. ]


[Variant 111:

1836.

Think not, suspended from the cliff on high,
He looks below with undelighted eye. 1820. ]


[Variant 112: This couplet was added in the edition of 1836. ]


[Variant 113:

1836.

--No vulgar joy is his, at even tide
Stretch'd on the scented mountain's purple side. 1820. ]


[Variant 114:

1836.

While Hope, that ceaseless leans on Pleasure's urn, 1820. ]


[Variant 115:

1836.

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