The Poetical Works of William Wordsworth Volume I Part 88

1836.

... had ... 1798.]

[Variant 5:

1820.

I've measured it from side to side: 'Tis three feet long [i] and two feet wide. 1798.]

[Variant 6:

1827.

That's like ... 1798.]

[Variant 7:

1827.

But if you'd ... 1798.]

[Variant 8:

1827.

The heap that's like ... 1798.]

[Variant 9: In the editions 1798 to 1815.

Nay rack your brain--'tis all in vain, I'll tell you every thing I know; But to the thorn, and to the pond Which is a little step beyond, I wish that you would go: Perhaps when you are at the place You something of her tale may trace.

XI I'll give you the best help I can: Before you up the mountain go, Up to the dreary mountain-top, I'll tell you all I know.]

[Variant 10:

1845.

'Tis now some two and twenty years, 1798.

'Tis known, that twenty years are pa.s.sed 1820.]

[Variant 11:

1820.

And she was happy, happy still Whene'er she thought of Stephen Hill. 1798.]

[Variant 12:

1815.

... on that woful day A cruel, cruel fire, they say, Into her bones was sent: It dried her body like a cinder, And almost turn'd her brain to tinder. 1798.]

[Variant 13:

1836.

'Tis said, a child was in her womb, As now to any eye was plain; 1798.

'Tis said, her lamentable state Even to a careless eye was plain; 1820.

Alas! her lamentable state 1827.]

[Variant 14:

1836.

... she was... 1798.]

[Variant 15:

1820.

Oh me! ten thousand times I'd rather That he had died, that cruel father! 1798.]

[Variant 16:

1820.

Last Christmas when we talked of this, Old Farmer Simpson did maintain, That in her womb the infant wrought 1798.]

[Variant 17: