No More Learning

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[Variant 181:

1845.

. . . fainter pang . . . 1820. ]


[Variant 182:

1836.

A more majestic tide [vi] the water roll'd,
And glowed the sun-gilt groves in richer gold. 1820. ]


[Variant 183:

1836.

(Compressing six lines into four. )

--Though Liberty shall soon, indignant, raise
Red on the hills his beacon's comet blaze;
Bid from on high his lonely cannon sound,
And on ten thousand hearths his shout rebound;
His larum-bell from village-tower to tower
Swing on the astounded ear its dull undying roar; 1820. ]


[Variant 184:

1836.
Yet, yet rejoice, though Pride's perverted ire
Rouze Hell's own aid, and wrap thy hills on fire!
Lo! from the innocuous flames, a lovely birth,
With its own Virtues springs another earth: 1820. ]


[Variant 185:

1836.

Lines 646-651 were previously

Nature, as in her prime, her virgin reign
Begins, and Love and Truth compose her train;
While, with a pulseless hand, and stedfast gaze,
Unbreathing Justice her still beam surveys. 1820. ]


[Variant 186:

1836.

(Expanding eight lines into nine. )

Oh give, great God, to Freedom's waves to ride
Sublime o'er Conquest, Avarice, and Pride,
To sweep where Pleasure decks her guilty bowers
And dark Oppression builds her thick-ribbed towers!
--Give them, beneath their breast while gladness springs
To brood the nations o'er with Nile-like wings;
And grant that every sceptred Child of clay,
Who cries, presumptuous, "here their tides shall stay," 1820. ]


[Variant 187: This couplet was added in 1836. ]


[Variant 188:

1836.

Swept in their anger from the affrighted shore,
With all his creatures sink--to rise no more! 1820. ]


[Variant 189:

1845.

Be the dead load of mortal ills forgot!