Much wondering what sad stroke of crazing Care,
Or desperate Love could lead a wanderer there.
Or desperate Love could lead a wanderer there.
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And dear the green-sward to his velvet tread; 1815. ]
[Variant 7:
1815.
Whilst . . . Only in 1820. ]
[Variant 8:
1820.
. . . with kindest ray
To light him shaken by his viewless way. 1815. ]
[Variant 9:
1836.
With bashful fear no cottage children steal
From him, a brother at the cottage meal, 1815. ]
[Variant 10:
1845.
Much wondering what sad stroke of crazing Care,
Or desperate Love could lead a wanderer there. 1815.
Much wondering in what fit of crazing care,
Or desperate love, a wanderer came there. 1836. ]
[Variant 11:
1836.
Me, lured by hope her sorrows to remove,
A heart that could not much itself approve,
O'er Gallia's wastes of corn dejected led,
Her road elms rustling high above my head,
Or through her truant pathways' native charms,
By secret villages and lonely farms,
To where the Alps . . . 1820.
. . . could not much herself approve, 1827.
. . .
