itions 1815-1832 this and the following line preceded lines
399-400. They took their final position in the edition of 1836.]

[Variant 108:

1836.

... whose vales and mountains round 1820.]

[Variant 109:

1836.

(Compressing eight lines into six.)

... to awful silence bound.
A gulf of gloomy blue, that opens wide
And bottomless, divides the midway tide.
Like leaning masts of stranded ships appear
The pines that near the coast their summits rear;
Of cabins, woods, and lawns a pleasant shore
Bounds calm and clear the chaps still and hoar;
Loud thro' that midway gulf ascending, sound
Unnumber'd streams with hollow roar profound: 1820.]

[Variant 110:

1836.

Mount thro' the nearer mist the chaunt of birds,
And talking voices, and the low of herds,
The bark of dogs, the drowsy tinkling bell,
And wild-wood mountain lutes of saddest swell. 1820.]

[Variant 111:

1836.

Think not, suspended from the cliff on high,
He looks below with undelighted eye. 1820.]

[Variant 112: This couplet was added in the edition of 1836.]

[Variant 113:

1836.

--No vulgar joy is his, at even tide
Stretch'd on the scented mountain's purple side. 1820.]

[Variant 114:

1836.

While Hope, that ceaseless leans on Pleasure's urn, 1820.]

[Variant 115:

1836.

... by vestal ... 1820.]

[Variant 116:

1836.

... native ... 1820.]

[Variant 117:

1832.

He marches with his flute, his book, and sword; 1820.]

[Variant 118:

1845.

... wonderous ... 1820.]

[Variant 119:

1840.

... glorious ... 1820.]

[Variant 120:

1836.

Uncertain thro' his fierce uncultured soul
Like lighted tempests troubled transports roll;
To viewless realms his Spirit towers amain, 1820.]

[Variant 121:

1836.

And oft, when pass'd that solemn vision by, 1820.]

[Variant 122:

1836.

Where the dread peal ... 1820.]

[Variant 123:

1836.

--When the Sun bids the gorgeous scene farewell,
Alps overlooking Alps their state up-swell;
Huge Pikes of Darkness named, of Fear and Storms,
Lift, all serene, their still, illumined forms, 1820.]

[Variant 124:

1845.

--Great joy, by horror tam'd, dilates his heart,
And the near heavens their own delights impart. 1820.

In the editions