The shady porch ne'er offered a cool seat
To pilgrims overpowered by summer's heat. 1836.]

[Variants 66 and 67: See Appendix III.--Ed.]

[Variant 68:

1845.

Lines 246 to 253 were previously:

--There, did the iron Genius not disdain
The gentle Power that haunts the myrtle plain,
There might the love-sick Maiden sit, and chide
Th' insuperable rocks and severing tide,
There watch at eve her Lover's sun-gilt sail
Approaching, and upbraid the tardy gale,
There list at midnight, till is heard no more,
Below, the echo of his parting oar,
There hang in fear, when growls the frozen stream, [v]
To guide his dangerous tread, the taper's gleam. 1815.

There might the maiden chide, in love-sick mood,
The insuperable rocks and severing flood; 1836.

At midnight listen till his parting oar,
And its last echo, can be heard no more. 1836.

Yet tender thoughts dwell there, no solitude
Hath power youth's natural feelings to exclude;
There doth the maiden watch her lover's sail
Approaching, and upbraid the tardy gale. C.]

[Variant 69:

1845.

Mid stormy vapours ever driving by,
Where ospreys, cormorants, and herons cry; 1815.

Where ospreys, cormorants, and herons cry,
'Mid stormy vapours ever driving by, 1836.]

[Variant 70:

1836.

Where hardly given the hopeless waste to cheer,
Denied the bread of life the foodful ear, 1815.

Hovering o'er rugged wastes too bleak to rear
That common growth of earth, the foodful ear; 1820.]

[Variant 71:

1820.

Dwindles the pear on autumn's latest spray,
And apple sickens pale in summer's ray; 1815.]

[Variant 72:

1845.

Ev'n here Content has fixed her smiling reign 1815.]

[Variant 73:

1845.

And often grasps her sword, and often eyes:
Her crest a bough of Winter's bleakest pine,
Strange "weeds" and alpine plants her helm entwine,
And wildly-pausing oft she hangs aghast,
While thrills the "Spartan fife" between the blast. 1815.

Flowers of the loftiest Alps her helm entwine;
And, wildly pausing, oft she hangs aghast,
As thrills ... 1836.

And oft at Fancy's call she stands aghast,
As if some old Swiss air had checked her haste,