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[Variant 10:]

1845
Much wondering what sad stroke of crazing Care,
Or desperate Love could lead a wanderer there.
Much wondering in what fit of crazing care,
Or desperate love, a wanderer came there.
1815


1836

Much wondering what sad stroke of crazing Care,
Or desperate Love could lead a wanderer there.
Much wondering in what fit of crazing care,
Or desperate love, a wanderer came there.

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[Variant 11:]

1836
Me, lured by hope her sorrows to remove,
A heart that could not much itself approve,
O'er Gallia's wastes of corn dejected led,
Her road elms rustling high above my head,
Or through her truant pathways' native charms,
By secret villages and lonely farms,
To where the Alps ...

... could not much herself approve,

... lured by hope its sorrows to remove,





1820

1827

1832

Me, lured by hope her sorrows to remove,
A heart that could not much itself approve,
O'er Gallia's wastes of corn dejected led,
Her road elms rustling high above my head,
Or through her truant pathways' native charms,
By secret villages and lonely farms,
To where the Alps ...
... could not much herself approve,
... lured by hope its sorrows to remove,

The lines 46, 47, were expanded in the edition of 1836 from one line in the editions of 1820-1832.

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