| 1827 | |
| No sad vacuities[i] his heart annoy;— Blows not a Zephyr but it whispers joy; For him lost flowers their idle sweets exhale; He tastes the meanest note that swells the gale; For him sod-seats ... Breathes not a zephyr but it whispers joy; For him the loneliest flowers their sweets exhale; He marks "the meanest note that swells the[ii] gale;" | 1815 1820 |
No sad vacuities[i] his heart annoy;—
Blows not a Zephyr but it whispers joy;
For him lost flowers their idle sweets exhale;
He tastes the meanest note that swells the gale;
For him sod-seats ...
Breathes not a zephyr but it whispers joy;
For him the loneliest flowers their sweets exhale;
He marks "the meanest note that swells the[ii] gale;"
| 1820 | |
| And dear the green-sward to his velvet tread; | 1815 |
And dear the green-sward to his velvet tread;