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 1820-1832 this couplet preceded the four lines above quoted.

    Fear in his breast with holy love unites,
    And the near heavens impart their own delights. 1836.]

[Variant 125: 

1836.

    That hut which from the hills his eyes employs
    So oft, the central point of all his joys, 1815.

    ... his eye ... 1832.]

[Variant 126: 

1836

    And as a swift, by tender cares opprest,
    Peeps often ere she dart into her nest,
    So to the untrodden floor, where round him looks
    His father, helpless as the babe he rocks,
    Oft he descends to nurse the brother pair, 1820.]

[Variant 127: 

1820.

    Where, ... 1815.]

[Variant 128: 

1836.

    Rush down the living rocks with whirlwind sound. 1815.]

[Variant 129: 

1820.

    Content ... 1815. ]

[Variant 130: 

1836.

    ... consecrate ... 1815.]

[Variant 131:  The following lines were erased in 1836, and in all subsequent editions: 

    “Here,” cried a swain, whose venerable head
    Bloom’d with the snow-drops of Man’s narrow bed,
    Last night, while by his dying fire, as clos’d
    The day, in luxury my limbs repos’d,
    Here Penury oft from misery’s mount will guide
    Ev’n to the summer door his icy tide,
    And here the avalanche of Death destroy
    The little cottage of domestic Joy. 1793.]

    ... a Swain, upon whose hoary head
    The “blossoms of the grave” were thinly spread, 1820.

    ... a thoughtful Swain, upon whose head 1827.]

[Variant 132: 

1836.

    But, ah! the unwilling mind ... 1820.]

[Variant 133: 

1836.

    The churlish gales, that unremitting blow
    Cold from necessity’s continual snow, 1820.]