And now a Tale of Love and Woe, A woeful Tale of Love I sing: Hark, gentle Maidens, hark! it sighs And trembles on the string.
But most, my own dear Genevieve!
It sighs and trembles most for thee!
O come and hear what cruel wrongs Befel the dark Ladie.
The fifth stanza of the _Introduction_ finds its place as the fifth stanza of the text, and the sixth stanza as the first.
[3] All are] Are all S. L. (For _Are all_ r. _All are_. _Errata_, p.
[xi]).
[5-6]
O ever in my waking dreams I dwell upon
M. P., MS. erased.
[7] lay] sate M. P.
[15] lay] harp M. P., MS., L. B.
[21] soft] sad M. P., MS. erased.
[22] sang] sung E. M.
[23] suited] fitted M. P., MS., L. B.
[24] That ruin] The Ruin M. P., MS., L. B.: The ruins E. M.
[29] that] who M. P.
[31] that] how M. P.
[34] The low, the deep MS., L. B.
[35] In which I told E. M.
[42] That] Which MS., L. B. that] this M. P., MS., L. B.
[43] And how he roam"d M. P. that] how MS. erased.
[Between 44-5]
And how he cross"d the Woodman"s paths [path E. M.]
Tho" briars and swampy mosses beat, How boughs rebounding scourg"d his limbs, And low stubs gor"d his feet.
M. P.
[45] That] How M. P., MS. erased.
[51] that] how M. P., MS. erased.
[53] that] how M. P., MS. erased.
[54] murderous] lawless M. P.
[59] ever] meekly M. P. For still she MS. erased.
[61] that] how M. P., MS. erased.
[78] virgin-] maiden-M. P., MS., L. B.
[79] murmur] murmurs M. P.
[Between 80-1]
{ heave I saw her bosom { [*rise*] and swell, Heave and swell with inward sighs-- I could not choose but love to see Her gentle bosom rise.
M. P., MS. erased.
[81] Her wet cheek glowed M. P., MS. erased.
[84] fled] flew M. P.
[94] virgin] maiden MS. erased.
[95] so] thus M. P.
[After 96]
And now once more a tale of woe, A woeful tale of love I sing; For thee, my Genevieve! it sighs, And trembles on the string.
When last I sang [sung E. M.] the cruel scorn That craz"d this bold and lonely [lovely E. M.] knight, And how he roam"d the mountain woods, Nor rested day or night;
I promis"d thee a sister tale Of Man"s perfidious Cruelty; Come, then, and hear what cruel wrong Befel the Dark Ladie.
_End of the Introduction_ M. P.
ODE TO GEORGIANA, d.u.c.h.eSS OF DEVONSHIRE[335:1]
ON THE TWENTY-FOURTH STANZA IN HER "Pa.s.sAGE OVER MOUNT GOTHARD"
And hail the Chapel! hail the Platform wild!
Where Tell directed the avenging dart, With well-strung arm, that first preservst his child, Then aim"d the arrow at the tyrant"s heart.