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1827
... heartless ... 1819.]
[Variant 12:
In the editions of 1819 and 1820 only.
Out--out--and, like a brooding hen, Beside your sooty hearth-stone cower; Go, creep along the dirt, and pick Your way with your good walking-stick, Just three good miles an hour!]
[Variant 13:
1827.
... the land ... 1819.]
[Variant 14:
1845.
My radiant Pinnace, you forget 1819.]
[Variant 15:
1827.
For I myself, in very truth, 1819.]
[Variant 16:
1845.
Off flew my sparkling Boat in scorn, Yea in a trance of indignation! 1819.
Spurning her freight with indignation! 1820.]
[Variant 17:
1845.
... to my stone-table Limp'd on with some vexation. 1819.
... tow'rd my stone-table 1827.]
[Variant 18:
1827.
... promptly ... 1819.]
[Variant 19:
1827.
Breath fail'd me as I spake--but soon With lips, no doubt, and visage pale, And sore too from a slight contusion, Did I, to cover my confusion, Begin the _promised_ Tale. 1819.]
[Variant 20:
1820.
All by the moonlight river side It gave three miserable groans; "'Tis come then to a pretty pa.s.s,"
Said Peter to the groaning a.s.s, "But I will _bang_ your bones!" 1819.]
[Variant 21:
In the two editions of 1819 only.
"Good Sir!"--the Vicar's voice exclaim'd, "You rush at once into the middle;"
And little Bess, with accent sweeter, Cried, "O dear Sir! but who is Peter?"
Said Stephen,--"'Tis a downright riddle!"]
[Variant 22:
1836.
The Squire said, "Sure as paradise Was lost to man by Adam's sinning, This leap is for us all too bold; 1819.
Like winds that lash the waves, or smite The woods, the autumnal foliage thinning-- "Hold!" said the Squire, "I pray you, hold! 1820.
The woods, autumnal foliage thinning--1827.]
[Variant 23:
1845.
... its ponderous knell, Its far-renowned alarum! 1819.
... his ponderous knell, A far-renowned alarum! 1836.
