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Delights!
Wordsworth - 1
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1793.
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[Variant 5:
1836.
. . . stars of night,
Alike, when first the vales the bittern fills,
Or the first woodcocks roam'd the moonlight hills. 1793.
Alike, when heard the bittern's hollow bill,
Or the first woodcocks roam'd the moonlight hill. 1820. ]
[Variant 6:
1820.
Return Delights! with whom my road begun,
When Life rear'd laughing up her morning sun;
When Transport kiss'd away my april tear,
"Rocking as in a dream the tedious year";
When link'd with thoughtless Mirth I cours'd the plain, 1793. ]
[Variant 7:
1836.
For then, ev'n then, the little heart would beat 1793. ]
[Variant 8:
1836.
And wild Impatience, panting upward, show'd
Where tipp'd with gold the mountain-summits glow'd. 1793. ]
[Variant 9:
1836.
With Hope Reflexion blends her social rays 1793. ]
[Variant 10:
1820.
While, Memory at my side, I wander here,
Starts at the simplest sight th' unbidden tear,
A form discover'd at the well-known seat,
A spot, that angles at the riv'let's feet,
The ray the cot of morning trav'ling nigh,
And sail that glides the well-known alders by.
Only in the edition of 1793. ]
[Variant 11:
1820.
To shew her yet some joys to me remain, 1793. ]
[Variant 12:
1820.
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[Variant 5:
1836.
. . . stars of night,
Alike, when first the vales the bittern fills,
Or the first woodcocks roam'd the moonlight hills. 1793.
Alike, when heard the bittern's hollow bill,
Or the first woodcocks roam'd the moonlight hill. 1820. ]
[Variant 6:
1820.
Return Delights! with whom my road begun,
When Life rear'd laughing up her morning sun;
When Transport kiss'd away my april tear,
"Rocking as in a dream the tedious year";
When link'd with thoughtless Mirth I cours'd the plain, 1793. ]
[Variant 7:
1836.
For then, ev'n then, the little heart would beat 1793. ]
[Variant 8:
1836.
And wild Impatience, panting upward, show'd
Where tipp'd with gold the mountain-summits glow'd. 1793. ]
[Variant 9:
1836.
With Hope Reflexion blends her social rays 1793. ]
[Variant 10:
1820.
While, Memory at my side, I wander here,
Starts at the simplest sight th' unbidden tear,
A form discover'd at the well-known seat,
A spot, that angles at the riv'let's feet,
The ray the cot of morning trav'ling nigh,
And sail that glides the well-known alders by.
Only in the edition of 1793. ]
[Variant 11:
1820.
To shew her yet some joys to me remain, 1793. ]
[Variant 12:
1820.
.