Versos English Samuel Taylor Coleridge Mss. B, W

English poem

Mss. B, W

by

Listen in the reader

with the following variants:--

ll. 5-6

Such sense of wings uplifting, that its might Scatter'd and quell'd me--

MS. B.

ll. 11, 12

As a dear woman's voice to one cast forth A wanderer with a worn-out heart forlorn.

thee] thee S. L. 1828, 1829.

Strewed] Strewn MS. B., 1828, 1829.

thy] thy S. L. 1828, 1829.

[82-3]

Thou too, Friend! O injure not the memory of that hour

MS. W.

Thou too, Friend! Impair thou not the memory of that Hour

MS. B.

Becomes most sweet! hours for their own sake hail'd MS. W.

thy] the MS. B.

my] her MS. B.

and] my MSS. W., B.

Song] lay MS. W.

my] mine MSS. W., B.

[Between 107-8] (All whom I deepliest love--in one room all!) MSS. W., B.