1845
... fainter pang ... 1820

... fainter pang ...

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[Variant 182:]

1836
A more majestic tide[vi] the water roll'd,
And glowed the sun-gilt groves in richer gold.
1820

A more majestic tide[vi] the water roll'd,
And glowed the sun-gilt groves in richer gold.

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[Variant 183:]

1836 (Compressing six lines into four:)
—Though Liberty shall soon, indignant, raise
Red on the hills his beacon's comet blaze;
Bid from on high his lonely cannon sound,
And on ten thousand hearths his shout rebound;
His larum-bell from village-tower to tower
Swing on the astounded ear its dull undying roar;




1820

—Though Liberty shall soon, indignant, raise
Red on the hills his beacon's comet blaze;
Bid from on high his lonely cannon sound,
And on ten thousand hearths his shout rebound;
His larum-bell from village-tower to tower
Swing on the astounded ear its dull undying roar;