The beams of evening, slipping soft between,
Light up of tranquil joy a sober scene.
Light up of tranquil joy a sober scene.
Wordsworth - 1
MS.
In the edition of 1836 these two couplets of 1815 were compressed into
one, and in that edition lines 200-201 preceded lines 198-199. They were
transposed in 1840. ]
[Variant 52:
1836.
By floods, that, thundering from their dizzy height,
Swell more gigantic on the stedfast sight;
Black drizzling crags, that beaten by the din,
Vibrate, as if a voice complained within;
Bare steeps, where Desolation stalks afraid,
Unstedfast, by a blasted yew unstayed;
By cells whose image, trembling as he prays,
Awe-struck, the kneeling peasant scarce surveys;
Loose hanging rocks the Day's bless'd eye that hide,
And crosses reared to Death on every side,
Which with cold kiss Devotion planted near,
And bending water'd with the human tear;
That faded "silent" from her upward eye,
Unmoved with each rude form of Danger nigh, 1815. ]
[Variant 53:
1836.
On as we move a softer prospect opes,
Calm huts, and lawns between, and sylvan slopes. 1815. ]
[Variant 54:
1845.
While mists, suspended on the expiring gale,
Moveless o'er-hang the deep secluded vale, 1815.
Where mists, 1836.
Where mists suspended on the evening gale,
Spread roof-like o'er a deep secluded vale, C.
Given to clear view beneath a hoary veil
Of mists suspended on the evening gale. MS. ]
[Variant 55:
1836.
The beams of evening, slipping soft between,
Light up of tranquil joy a sober scene. 1815.
Gently illuminate a sober scene; 1827. ]
[Variant 56: In the editions 1815-1832 ll. 214, 215 follow, instead of
preceding, ll. 216-219. ]
[Variant 57:
1845.
On the low brown wood-huts delighted sleep
Along the brightened gloom reposing deep. 1815.
Here, on the brown wood-cottages they sleep,
There, over lawns and sloping woodlands creep. 1836.
There, over lawn or sloping pasture creep. C. ]
[Variant 58:
1845.
Winding its dark-green wood and emerald glade,
The still vale lengthens underneath the shade;
While in soft gloom the scattering bowers recede,
Green dewy lights adorn the freshened mead, 1815.
Winding its darksome wood and emerald glade,
The still vale lengthens underneath the shade
Of low-hung vapour: on the freshened mead
The green light sparkles;--the dim bowers recede.
In the edition of 1836 these two couplets of 1815 were compressed into
one, and in that edition lines 200-201 preceded lines 198-199. They were
transposed in 1840. ]
[Variant 52:
1836.
By floods, that, thundering from their dizzy height,
Swell more gigantic on the stedfast sight;
Black drizzling crags, that beaten by the din,
Vibrate, as if a voice complained within;
Bare steeps, where Desolation stalks afraid,
Unstedfast, by a blasted yew unstayed;
By cells whose image, trembling as he prays,
Awe-struck, the kneeling peasant scarce surveys;
Loose hanging rocks the Day's bless'd eye that hide,
And crosses reared to Death on every side,
Which with cold kiss Devotion planted near,
And bending water'd with the human tear;
That faded "silent" from her upward eye,
Unmoved with each rude form of Danger nigh, 1815. ]
[Variant 53:
1836.
On as we move a softer prospect opes,
Calm huts, and lawns between, and sylvan slopes. 1815. ]
[Variant 54:
1845.
While mists, suspended on the expiring gale,
Moveless o'er-hang the deep secluded vale, 1815.
Where mists, 1836.
Where mists suspended on the evening gale,
Spread roof-like o'er a deep secluded vale, C.
Given to clear view beneath a hoary veil
Of mists suspended on the evening gale. MS. ]
[Variant 55:
1836.
The beams of evening, slipping soft between,
Light up of tranquil joy a sober scene. 1815.
Gently illuminate a sober scene; 1827. ]
[Variant 56: In the editions 1815-1832 ll. 214, 215 follow, instead of
preceding, ll. 216-219. ]
[Variant 57:
1845.
On the low brown wood-huts delighted sleep
Along the brightened gloom reposing deep. 1815.
Here, on the brown wood-cottages they sleep,
There, over lawns and sloping woodlands creep. 1836.
There, over lawn or sloping pasture creep. C. ]
[Variant 58:
1845.
Winding its dark-green wood and emerald glade,
The still vale lengthens underneath the shade;
While in soft gloom the scattering bowers recede,
Green dewy lights adorn the freshened mead, 1815.
Winding its darksome wood and emerald glade,
The still vale lengthens underneath the shade
Of low-hung vapour: on the freshened mead
The green light sparkles;--the dim bowers recede.
