1836.
By peals of thunder, clap on clap!
And many a terror-striking flash;—
And somewhere, as it seems, a crash,
1819.]
[Variant 29:
1820.
And rattling ... 1819,]
[Variant 30:
1836. (Compressing six lines into four.)
The voice, to move commiseration,
Prolong’d its earnest supplication—
“This storm that beats so furiously—
This dreadful place! oh pity me!”
While this was said, with sobs between,
And many tears, by one unseen;
1819.]
[Variant 31:
1845.
And Benjamin, without further question,
Taking her for some way-worn rover,
1819.
And, kind to every way-worn rover,
Benjamin, without a question,
1836.]
[Variant 32:
1820.
... trouble ... 1819.]
[Variant 33:
1845.
And to a little tent hard by
Turns the Sailor instantly; 1819.
And to his tent-like domicile,
Built in a nook with cautious skill,
The Sailor turns, well pleased to spy
His shaggy friend who stood hard by
Drenched—and, more fast than
with a tether,
Bound to the nook by that fierce weather,
Which caught the vagrants unaware:
For, when, ere closing-in ... 1836.]
[Variant 34:
1836.
Had tempted ... 1819.]
[Variant 35:
1836.
Proceeding with an easy mind;
While he, who had been left behind,
1819.]
[Variant 36:
1820.
Who neither heard nor saw—no
more
Than if he had been deaf and blind,
Till, startled by the Sailor’s roar,
1819.]
[Variant 37:
1819.
That blew us hither! dance, boys, dance!
Rare luck for us! my honest soul,
I’ll treat thee to a friendly bowl!”
1836.
The text of 1845 returns to that of 1819.]
[Variant 38:
1836.
To seek for thoughts of painful
cast,
If such be the amends at last.
1819.]
[Variant 39:
1836.
... think ... 1819.]
[Variant 40:
1819.
For soon among ... 1836.
The text of 1845 returns to that of 1819.]
[Variant 41:
1819.
And happiest far is he, the One
No longer with himself at strife,
A Caesar past the Rubicon!
The Sailor, Man by nature gay,
Found not a scruple in his way;
1836.
The text of 1845 returns to that of 1819.]
[Variant 42:
1836.
Deems that she is happier, laid
Within that warm and peaceful bed;
1819.]
[Variant 43:
1845.