[Variant 134: 

1836.

    To us ... 1820.]

[Variant 135: 

1836.

    ... a never-ceasing ... 1820.]

[Variant 136: 

1836.

    The father, as his sons of strength become
    To pay the filial debt, for food to roam, 1820.]

[Variant 137: 

1836.

    From his bare nest ... 1820.]

[Variant 138: 

1836.

    His last dread pleasure! watches ... 1820.]

[Variant 139: 

1836.

    When the poor heart has all its joys resigned,
    Why does their sad remembrance cleave behind? 1820.]

[Variant 140: 

1836.

    Soft o’er the waters mournful measures swell,
    Unlocking tender thought’s “memorial cell”;
    Past pleasures are transformed to mortal pains
    And poison spreads along the listener’s veins. 1820.

    While poison ... 1827.]

[Variant 141: 

1836.

    Fair smiling lights the purpled hills illume! 1815.]

[Variant 142: 

1836.

    Soft ... 1815.]

[Variant 143: 

1836.

    Soon flies the little joy to man allowed,
    And grief before him travels like a cloud:  1815.]

[Variant 144: 

1836. (Expanding four lines into six.)

    For come Diseases on, and Penury’s rage,
    Labour, and Care, and Pain, and dismal Age,
    Till, Hope-deserted, long in vain his breath
    Implores the dreadful untried sleep of Death. 1815.]

[Variant 145: 

1836.

    A Temple stands; which holds an awful shrine, 1815.]

[Variant 146: 

1836.

    Pale, dreadful faces round the Shrine appear, 1815.]

[Variant 147: 

1836.  After this line the editions of 1815-1832 have the following couplet: 

    While strives a secret Power to hush the crowd,
    Pain’s wild rebellious burst proclaims her rights aloud,

and this is followed by lines 545-6 of the final text.]

[Variant 148: 

1836.

From 1815 to 1832, the following two couplets followed line 546.  The first of these was withdrawn in 1836.

    Mid muttering prayers all sounds of torment meet,
    Dire clap of hands, distracted chafe of feet;
    While loud and dull ascends the weeping cry,
    Surely in other thoughts contempt may die. 1815.]

[Variant 149: 

1836.

   —­The tall Sun, tiptoe ... 1820.]

[Variant 150: 

1836.

    At such an hour there are who love to stray,
    And meet the advancing Pilgrims ere the day 1820.

    Now let us meet the Pilgrims ere the day
    Close on the remnant of their weary way; 1827.]