Rush down the living rocks with
whirlwind
sound.
Wordsworth - 1
That hut which from the hills his eyes employs
So oft, the central point of all his joys, 1815.
. . . his eye . . . 1832. ]
[Variant 126:
1836
And as a swift, by tender cares opprest,
Peeps often ere she dart into her nest,
So to the untrodden floor, where round him looks
His father, helpless as the babe he rocks,
Oft he descends to nurse the brother pair, 1820. ]
[Variant 127:
1820.
Where, . . . 1815. ]
[Variant 128:
1836.
Rush down the living rocks with whirlwind sound. 1815. ]
[Variant 129:
1820.
Content . . . 1815. ]
[Variant 130:
1836.
. . . consecrate . . . 1815. ]
[Variant 131: The following lines were erased in 1836, and in all
subsequent editions:
"Here," cried a swain, whose venerable head
Bloom'd with the snow-drops of Man's narrow bed,
Last night, while by his dying fire, as clos'd
The day, in luxury my limbs repos'd,
Here Penury oft from misery's mount will guide
Ev'n to the summer door his icy tide,
And here the avalanche of Death destroy
The little cottage of domestic Joy.
