As bright, as transient too. The bashful look, the rising breast. First version, and _Vicar of Wakefield_, first edition:— Her looks, her lips, her panting breast. But let a maid, etc. For this, and the next two stanzas, the first version substitutes:— Forgive, and let thy pious care A heart’s distress allay; That seeks repose, but finds despair Companion of the way. My father liv’d, of high degree, Remote beside the Tyne; And as he had but only me, Whate’er he had was mine. To win me from his tender arms, Unnumber’d suitors came; Their chief pretence my flatter’d charms, My wealth perhaps their aim. a mercenary crowd. _Vicar of Wakefield_, first edition, has:—‘the gay phantastic crowd.’ Amongst the rest young Edwin bow’d. First version:— Among the rest young Edwin bow’d, Who offer’d only love. Wisdom and worth, etc. First version, and _Vicar of Wakefield_, first edition:— A constant heart was all he had, But that was all to me. And when beside me, etc. For this ‘additional stanza,’ says the _Percy Memoir_, p. 76, ‘the reader is indebted to Richard Archdal, Esq., late a member of the Irish Parliament, to whom it was presented by the author himself.’ It was first printed in the _Miscellaneous Works_, 1801, ii. 25. In Prior’s edition of the _Miscellaneous Works_, 1837, iv. 41, it is said to have been ‘written some years after the rest of the poem.’ The blossom opening to the day, etc. For this and the next two stanzas the first version substitutes:— Whene’er he spoke amidst the train, How would my heart attend! And till delighted even to pain, How sigh for such a friend! And when a little rest I sought In Sleep’s refreshing arms, How have I mended what he taught, And lent him fancied charms! Yet still (and woe betide the hour!) I spurn’d him from my side, And still with ill-dissembled power Repaid his love with pride. For still I tried each fickle art, etc. Percy finds the prototype of this in the following stanza of _Gentle Herdsman_:— And grew soe coy and nice to please, As women’s lookes are often soe, He might not kisse, nor hand forsoothe, Unlesse I willed him soe to doe. Till quite dejected with my scorn, etc. The first edition reads this stanza and the first two lines of the next thus:— Till quite dejected by my scorn, He left me to deplore; And sought a solitude forlorn, And ne’er was heard of more. Then since he perish’d by my fault, This pilgrimage I pay, etc. And sought a solitude forlorn. Cf. _Gentle Herdsman_:— He gott him to a secrett place, And there he dyed without releeffe.