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Th'
unwearied
sweep of wood thy cliffs that scales;
The never-ending waters of thy vales; 1815.
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1815.
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1827.
From the dark sylvan roofs the restless spire
Inconstant glancing, mounts like springing fire.
1815.
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1836.
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the waves .
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1815.
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1836.
Th'
unwearied
sweep of wood thy cliffs that scales;
The never-ending waters of thy vales; 1815.
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1836.
Line 111 was previously three lines, thus--
The cots, those dim religious groves embower,
Or, under rocks that from the water tower
Insinuated, sprinkling all the shore, 1815.
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1836.
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his .
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1815.
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1836.
Whose flaccid sails in forms fantastic droop,
Bright'ning the gloom where thick the forests stoop;
Only in the editions 1815 to 1832.
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1827.
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