... her fruit ...
(The text of 1815 is otherwise identical with that of 1837.)
| Where the apples are heap'd on the barrows in piles, You see him stop short, he looks long, and he smiles; He looks, and he smiles, and a Poet might spy The image of fifty green fields in his eye. | Only in the text of 1800. |
Where the apples are heap'd on the barrows in piles,
You see him stop short, he looks long, and he smiles;
He looks, and he smiles, and a Poet might spy
The image of fifty green fields in his eye.
| 1837 | |
| ... in the waggons, and smells to the hay; | 1800 |
| ... in the Waggon, and smells at ... | 1815 |
... in the waggons, and smells to the hay;