He then with self-applause his valour told And how his boyish Love for me grew cold. (U.P.)
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On Sidmouth terrace pace at morn and noon, Or view from Dawlish rocks the full-orb’d moon, At Exmouth beacon the far bay explore,} Or quiet sit at Teignmouth’s pebbly shore;} These scenes are lovely all, and will your peace restore. }(O.M.)
instead of ll. 574-87:
Dear scenes of social comfort, friendly ease, The power of pleasing, the delight to please; When friends agreed the views around t’ explore, When sympathising minds exchanged their store; When fear was banish’d, and no form desired, But such as decency and sense required; When each in meeting wore the looks that make Such strong impression, and preclude mistake; When looks, and words, and manner all declare What hearts, and thoughts, and dispositions are— In fact, when we in various modes express } That we are happy all! all answer yes!} This is indeed approach to perfect happiness. } Dear objects! scatter’d in the world around, Whom do ye gladden? where may ye be found? Ye who excited joy by day, by night, Ye who delighted to dispense delight, Ye who to please the sadden’d temper strove, Who, when ye loved not, show’d the effect of love, Ye who are blessings wheresoe’er ye dwell, Accept the wishes of a long farewell! (O.M.)
instead of ll. 600-1:
“No, I confess, there was a proneness yet To think with foolish fondness and regret.” (U.P.)
variant of ll. 620-38:
Are we not good, benevolent and just; Must not all love us? We are sure they must. Are we not read in works of every kind; Are we not prudent, rational, refined; Are not our thoughts correct, our words discreet, } And our Life void of folly, fraud, deceit; } And where can we on Earth a purer Spirit meet? } Here the Heart ceased; I answer’d to the Heart: A vile Deceiver, and a vain, thou art. First, thy Religion I can plainly see Wants the first requisite—Humility. We are so pure, the humble mind’s [resource], Truth and Repentance, we may drop of course, And with the gallant Frenchman at the Cry Of the last Day say boldly, here am I! (U.P.)
variant of ll. 649-52: