| 1805 | |
| ... bare ... | 1800 |
... bare ...
| 1836 | |
| He spake of plants divine and strange That ev'ry day their blossoms change, Ten thousand lovely hues! | 1800 |
| ... every hour ... | 1802 |
He spake of plants divine and strange
That ev'ry day their blossoms change,
Ten thousand lovely hues!
... every hour ...
| Of march and ambush, siege and fight, Then did he tell; and with delight The heart of Ruth would ache; Wild histories they were, and dear: But 'twas a thing of heaven to hear When of himself he spake! | Only in the editions of 1802 and 1805. |