Part II] Book the Second MS. W.: Christabel Book the Second S. T. C. (c), S. H. [344] Wyndermere] Wyn'dermere MS. W., S. T. C. (c), S. H., First Edition. [353] sinful] simple MS. W. [354] A query is attached to this line H. 1816. [356] the] their MS. W., S. T. C. (c), S. H. [359] Borodale] Borrowdale MS. W., S. H., First Edition, 1828, 1829: Borrodale S. T. C. (c). [360] The air is still through many a cloud MS. W., S. T. C. (c), S. H. [363] the] her MS. W., S. T. C. (c), S. H. [364] silken] simple MS. W. [414] thus] so MS. Letter to Poole, Feb. 1813. [418] They] And MS. W., S. T. C. (c), S. H. [419] But] And MS. W. [424-5] But neither frost nor heat nor thunder Can wholly, &c., MS. Letter to Poole, Feb. 1813. [441] tourney] Tournay MS. W., S. T. C. (c), First Edition. [453] The vision foul of fear and pain MS. W., S. T. C. (a), S. T. C. (c), S. H.: The vision of fear, the touch of pain S. T. C. (b). [463] The pang, the sight was passed away S. T. C. (a): The pang, the sight, had passed away MS. W., S. T. C. (c), S. H. [490] om. MS. W. [503] beautiful] beauteous MS. W. [507] take] fetch MS. W., S. T. C. (c), S. H. [516] Many a summer's suns have shone MS. W., S. T. C. (c), S. H. [559] seems] seem'd MS. W., S. T. C. (c). [560] vowed] swore MS. W. [563] loiter] wander MS. W. [582] Jesu, Maria] Jesu Maria MS. W. [591] Shuddered aloud with hissing sound MS. W., S. T. C. (c), S. H. [596] on] o'er MS. W. [613] And] But MS. W., S. T. C. (c), S. H., First Edition. [615] her Father's Feet MS. W., S. T. C. (c), S. H., First Edition, 1828. [620] the] that MS. W. [639] but] not MS. W. [645] wronged] insulted MS. W., S. T. C. (c), S. H., First Edition, 1828, 1829. The Conclusion to Part II] Not in any of the MSS. or in S. H. For the first manuscript version see Letter to Southey, May 6, 1801. (Letters of S. T. C., 1895, i. 355.) [659] 'finds' and 'seeks' are italicized in the letters. [660-1] Doth make a vision to the sight Which fills a father's eyes with light. Letter, 1801. [664] In H. 1816 there is a direction (not in S. T. C.'s handwriting) to print line 664 as two lines. [665] In words of wrong and bitterness. Letter, 1801. LINES TO W. L.[236:1] WHILE HE SANG A SONG TO PURCELL'S MUSIC While my young cheek retains its healthful hues, And I have many friends who hold me dear, L----[236:2]! methinks, I would not often hear Such melodies as thine, lest I should lose All memory of the wrongs and sore distress 5 For which my miserable brethren weep! But should uncomforted misfortunes steep My daily bread in tears and bitterness; And if at Death's dread moment I should lie With no belovéd face at my bed-side, 10 To fix the last glance of my closing eye, Methinks such strains, breathed by my angel-guide, Would make me pass the cup of anguish by, Mix with the blest, nor know that I had died! 1797.