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Lost gradual o'er the heights in pomp they go,
While silent stands th' admiring vale below;
Till, but the lonely beacon all is fled,
That tips with eve's last gleam his spiry head. 1793.

Till, save the lonely beacon, . . . 1820.

In the edition of 1836 the seven lines of the printed
text--205-211--replaced these four lines of the editions 1793-1832. ]


[Variant 65:

1836.

On red slow-waving pinions . . . 1793. ]


[Variant 66:

1820.

And, fronting the bright west in stronger lines,
The oak its dark'ning boughs and foliage twines, 1793.

The edition of 1815 omitted this couplet.
It was restored in its final
form in the edition of 1820. ]


[Variant 67:

1836.

I love beside the glowing lake to stray, 1793.

How pleasant near the tranquil lake to stray, 1815. ]


[Variant 68:

1836.

. . . to stray,
Where winds the road along the secret bay;
By rills that tumble down the woody steeps,
And run in transport to the dimpling deeps;
Along the "wild meand'ring shore" to view,
Obsequious Grace the winding swan pursue. 1793.

. . . a secret bay; 1813.

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