While the near moon, that coasts the vast profound,
    Wheels pale and silent her diminished round, 1820.]

[Variant 85: 

1827.

    Flying more fleet than vision can pursue! 1820.]

[Variant 86: 

1836.

    Then with Despair’s whole weight his spirits sink,
    No bread to feed him, and the snow his drink,
    While, ere his eyes ... 1820.]

[Variant 87: 

1836.

    Hence shall we turn where, heard with fear afar, 1820.]

[Variant 88: 

1836.

    ... from ... 1820.]

[Variant 89: 

1836.

    Nought but the herds that pasturing upward creep,
    Hung dim-discover’d from the dangerous steep,
    Or summer hamlet, flat and bare, on high
    Suspended, mid the quiet of the sky. 1815.]

[Variant 90: 

1836.

    Broke only by the melancholy sound 1815.]

[Variant 91:  The two previous lines were added in 1836.]

[Variant 92: 

1832.

    Save that, the stranger seen below, ... 1815.]

[Variant 93: 

1836.

    When warm from myrtle bays and tranquil seas,
    Comes on, to whisper hope, the vernal breeze,
    When hums the mountain bee in May’s glad ear,
    And emerald isles to spot the heights appear, 1815.]

[Variant 94: 

    When fragrant scents beneath th’ enchanted tread
    Spring up, his choicest wealth around him spread,

Inserted in the editions 1815 to 1832.]

[Variant 95: 

1836.

    The pastoral Swiss begins the cliffs to scale,
    To silence leaving the deserted vale, 1815]

[Variant 96: 

1836.

    Mounts, where the verdure leads, from stage to stage,
    And pastures on, as in the Patriarch’s age:  1815.]

[Variant 97: 

1836.

    O’er lofty heights serene and still they go, 1815.]

[Variant 98: 

1836.

(Omitting the first of the two following couplets.)

    They cross the chasmy torrent’s foam-lit bed,
    Rocked on the dizzy larch’s narrow tread;
    Or steal beneath loose mountains, half deterr’d,
    That sigh and shudder to the lowing herd. 1815.]

[Variant 99:  This couplet was added in the edition of 1836.]

[Variant 100: 

1836.

Lines 380-385 were previously: 

   —­I see him, up the midway cliff he creeps
    To where a scanty knot of verdure peeps,
    Thence down the steep a pile of grass he throws,
    The fodder of his herds in winter snows. 1815.]

[Variant 101: 

1836.

    ... to what tradition hoar
    Transmits of days more blest ... 1815.]