[106] phantom] vision 4{o}, 1797, 1803. [107] sweat-drops] sweat-damps 4{o}, 1797, 1803. [113] stranger] uglier 4{o}. [119] starting] startful 4{o}, 1797, 1803. [121] O doom'd to fall, enslav'd and vile 4{o}, 1797, 1803. [133] proud Invader's] sworded Foeman's 4{o}, 1797: sworded Warrior's 1803. [135-9] Disclaim'd of Heaven! mad Avarice at thy side 4{o}, 1797. At coward distance, yet with kindling pride-- Safe 'mid thy herds and cornfields thou hast stood, And join'd the yell of Famine and of Blood. All nations curse thee: and with eager wond'ring 4{o}, 1797. [135] O abandon'd 1803. [137-8] Mid thy Corn-fields and Herds thou in plenty hast stood And join'd the loud yellings of Famine and Blood. 1803. [139] They] and 1797, 1803, S. L. 1817. [142] fires] flames 4{o}. [144] Stretch'd on the marge of some fire-flashing fount In the black Chamber of a sulphur'd mount. 4{o}. [144] By livid fount, or roar of blazing stream 1797. [146] Visions of thy predestin'd ruins rise 1803. [151] famish'd] famin'd 4{o}. [156] Soliciting my scant and blameless soil 4{o}. [159-60] In the long sabbath of high self-content. Cleans'd from the fleshly passions that bedim 4{o}. In the deep sabbath of blest self-content Cleans'd from the fears and anguish that bedim 1797. In the blest sabbath of high self-content Cleans'd from bedimming Fear, and Anguish weak and blind. 1803. [161] om. 1803. THE RAVEN[169:1] A CHRISTMAS TALE, TOLD BY A SCHOOL-BOY TO HIS LITTLE BROTHERS AND SISTERS Underneath an old oak tree There was of swine a huge company, That grunted as they crunched the mast: For that was ripe, and fell full fast. Then they trotted away, for the wind grew high: 5 One acorn they left, and no more might you spy. Next came a Raven, that liked not such folly: He belonged, they did say, to the witch Melancholy! Blacker was he than blackest jet, Flew low in the rain, and his feathers not wet. 10 He picked up the acorn and buried it straight By the side of a river both deep and great. Where then did the Raven go? He went high and low, Over hill, over dale, did the black Raven go. 15 Many Autumns, many Springs Travelled[170:1] he with wandering wings: Many Summers, many Winters-- I can't tell half his adventures.