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[414] thus] so MS. Letter to Poole, Feb. 1813.
[418] They] And MS. W., S. T. C. (c), S. H.
[419] But] And MS. W.
[424-5]
But neither frost nor heat nor thunder Can wholly, &c.,
MS. Letter to Poole, Feb. 1813.
[441] tourney] Tournay MS. W., S. T. C. (c), First Edition.
[453] The vision foul of fear and pain MS. W., S. T. C. (a), S. T. C.
(c), S. H.: The vision of fear, the touch of pain S. T. C. (b).
[463] The pang, the sight was pa.s.sed away S. T. C. (a): The pang, the sight, had pa.s.sed away MS. W., S. T. C. (c), S. H.
[490] om. MS. W.
[503] beautiful] beauteous MS. W.
[507] take] fetch MS. W., S. T. C. (c), S. H.
[516] Many a summer's suns have shone MS. W., S. T. C. (c), S. H.
[559] seems] seem'd MS. W., S. T. C. (c).
[560] vowed] swore MS. W.
[563] loiter] wander MS. W.
[582] Jesu, Maria] Jesu Maria MS. W.
[591] Shuddered aloud with hissing sound MS. W., S. T. C. (c), S. H.
[596] on] o'er MS. W.
[613] And] But MS. W., S. T. C. (c), S. H., First Edition.
[615] her Father's Feet MS. W., S. T. C. (c), S. H., First Edition, 1828.
[620] the] that MS. W.
[639] but] not MS. W.
[645] wronged] insulted MS. W., S. T. C. (c), S. H., First Edition, 1828, 1829.
The Conclusion to Part II] Not in any of the MSS. or in S. H. For the first ma.n.u.script version see Letter to Southey, May 6, 1801. (Letters of S. T. C., 1895, i. 355.)
[659] 'finds' and 'seeks' are italicized in the letters.
[660-1]
Doth make a vision to the sight Which fills a father's eyes with light.
Letter, 1801.
[664] In H. 1816 there is a direction (not in S. T. C.'s handwriting) to print line 664 as two lines.
[665] In words of wrong and bitterness. Letter, 1801.
LINES TO W. L.[236:1]
WHILE HE SANG A SONG TO PURCELL'S MUSIC
While my young cheek retains its healthful hues, And I have many friends who hold me dear, L----[236:2]! methinks, I would not often hear Such melodies as thine, lest I should lose All memory of the wrongs and sore distress 5 For which my miserable brethren weep!
But should uncomforted misfortunes steep My daily bread in tears and bitterness; And if at Death's dread moment I should lie With no beloved face at my bed-side, 10 To fix the last glance of my closing eye, Methinks such strains, breathed by my angel-guide, Would make me pa.s.s the cup of anguish by, Mix with the blest, nor know that I had died!
1797.
FOOTNOTES:
[236:1] First published in the _Annual Anthology_ for 1800: included in _Sibylline Leaves_, 1817, 1828, 1829, and 1834. A MS. is extant dated Sept. 14, 1797.
[236:2] [Transcriber's Note: Footnote 2 is missing from original.]
LINENOTES:
t.i.tle] To Mr. William Linley MS. 1797: Sonnet XII, To W. L.----[236:2]!
Esq., while he sung &c. An. Anth.: To W. L. Esq. &c. S. L. 1828, 1829: Lines to W. Linley, Esq. 1893.
[3] L----[236:2]!] Linley! MS. 1893.
[10] at] by An. Anth.
[12] Methinks] O G.o.d! An. Anth.
FIRE, FAMINE, AND SLAUGHTER[237:1]
