Hovering o’er rugged wastes too bleak to rear
    That common growth of earth, the foodful ear; 1820.]

[Variant 71: 

1820.

    Dwindles the pear on autumn’s latest spray,
    And apple sickens pale in summer’s ray; 1815.]

[Variant 72: 

1845.

    Ev’n here Content has fixed her smiling reign 1815.]

[Variant 73: 

1845.

    And often grasps her sword, and often eyes: 
    Her crest a bough of Winter’s bleakest pine,
    Strange “weeds” and alpine plants her helm entwine,
    And wildly-pausing oft she hangs aghast,
    While thrills the “Spartan fife” between the blast. 1815.

    Flowers of the loftiest Alps her helm entwine;
    And, wildly pausing, oft she hangs aghast,
    As thrills ... 1836.

    And oft at Fancy’s call she stands aghast,
    As if some old Swiss air had checked her haste,
    Or thrill of Spartan fife were caught between the blast.  C.]

[Variant 74: 

1845.

    ’Tis storm; and, hid in mist from hour to hour, 1815.]

[Variant 75: 

1845.

    Glances the fire-clad eagle’s wheeling form; 1815.

    ... glorious form; 1836.]

[Variant 76: 

1845.

    Wide o’er the Alps a hundred streams unfold, 1815.

    Those eastern cliffs ... 1836.]

[Variant 77: 

1845.

    ... strives to shun
    The west ... 1815.

    ... tries to shun
    The west, ... 1836.]

[Variant 78: 

1845.

    Where in a mighty crucible expire
    The mountains, glowing hot, like coals of fire. 1815.]

[Variant 79: 

1836.

    While burn in his full eyes the glorious tears. 1820.]

[Variant 80: 

1836.

    Exalt, and agitate ... 1820.]

[Variant 81: 

1836.

    On Zutphen’s plain; or where, with soften’d gaze,
    The old grey stones the plaided chief surveys;
    Can guess the high resolve, the cherished pain
    Of him whom passion rivets to the plain, 1820.]

[Variant 82: 

1836.

    And watch, from pike to pike, amid the sky
    Small as a bird the chamois-chaser fly, 1820.]

[Variant 83: 

1836.

    Thro’ worlds where Life, and Sound, and Motion sleep;
    Where Silence still her death-like reign extends,
    Save when the startling cliff unfrequent rends: 
    In the deep snow the mighty ruin drowned,
    Mocks the dull ear ... 1820.]

[Variant 84: 

1836.