[Far in a wilderness obscure.] First version, and Vicar of Wakefield, first edition:—
Far shelter’d in a glade obscure
The modest mansion lay.
[The wicket, opening with a latch.] First version, and Vicar of Wakefield, first edition:—
The door just opening with a latch.
[And now, when busy crowds retire.] First version, and Vicar of Wakefield, first edition:—
And now, when worldly crowds retire
To revels or to rest.
[But nothing, etc.] In the first version this stanza runs as follows:—
But nothing mirthful could assuage
The pensive stranger’s woe;
For grief had seized his early age,
And tears would often flow.
[modern.] Vicar of Wakefield, first edition, reads ‘haughty.’
[His love-lorn guest betray’d.] First version, and Vicar of Wakefield, first edition:—