27-46 For these lines S. L.M. substitutes the following:

Now each visiter shall confess

Nothing there is motionless:
Nothing save the airs that brood
O'er the enchanted solitude,
Save the airs with pinions furled
That slumber o'er that valley-world.
No wind in Heaven, and lo! the trees
Do roll like seas, in Northern breeze,
Around the stormy Hebrides -

No wind in Heaven, and clouds do fly,
Rustling everlastingly,

Thro' the terror-stricken sky,

Rolling, like a waterfall,

O'er th' horizon's fiery wall

And Helen, like thy human eye,

Low crouched on Earth, some violets lie,
And, nearer Heaven, some lilies wave

All banner-like, above a grave.
And one by one, from out their tops
Eternal dews come down in drops,
Ah, one by one, from off their stems
Eternal dews come down in gems!]

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Ah, by no wind are stirred those trees
That palpitate like the chill seas

Around the misty Hebrides!

Ah, by no wind those clouds are driven
That rustle through the unquiet Heaven
Uneasily, from morn till even,

Over the violets there that lie

In myriad types of the human eye —
Over the lilies there that wave

And weep above a nameless grave!

They wave: - from out their fragrant tops
Eternal dews come down in drops.

They weep:
- from off their delicate stems
Perennial tears descend in gems.

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18 rustle rustles (A. W.R.).

19 Uneasily Unceasingly (A. W. R., B.J.).

27 A. W. R. adds the following lines:

They wave; they weep; and the tears, as they well
From the depth of each pallid lily-bell,

Give a trickle and a tinkle and a knell.

THE COLISEUM

Type of the antique Rome! Rich reliquary
Of lofty contemplation left to Time

By buried centuries of pomp and power !
At length at length-after so many days
Of weary pilgrimage and burning thirst

(Thirst for the springs of lore that in thee lie),
I kneel, an altered and an humble man,
Amid thy shadows, and so drink within
My very soul thy grandeur, gloom, and glory!

Vastness! and Age! and Memories of Eld!
Silence! and Desolation! and dim Night!

I feel ye now I feel ye in your strength
O spells more sure than e'er Judæan king
Taught in the gardens of Gethsemane !

O charms more potent than the rapt Chaldee
Ever drew down from out the quiet stars!

Here, where a hero fell, a column falls!

Here, where the mimic eagle glared in gold,

A midnight vigil holds the swarthy bat!

Here, where the dames of Rome their gilded hair

Waved to the wind, now wave the reed and thistle !

Title The Coliseum. A Prize Poem (S.L.M., S.E.P.), Coliseum (P.P.A.).

1 B.S.V. prefixes the line Lone amphitheatre! Grey Coliseum!

6 lore: love (B.S.V.).

8 Amid: Within (P.P.A.).

11 B.S.V. and S.L.M. insert after this line:

Gaunt vestibules! and phantom-peopled aisles!

20 gilded: yellow (B.S.V., S.L.M.).

21 B.S.V. and S.L.M. insert after this line the following:

Here, where on ivory couch the Cæsar sate,

On bed of moss lies gloating the foul adder.

So also P.P.A., save that it reads golden throne instead of ivory couch.

Here, where on golden throne the monarch lolled,
Glides, spectre-like, unto his marble home,

Lit by the wan light of the hornéd moon,

The swift and silent lizard of the stones!

But stay! these walls these ivy-clad arcades

These mouldering plinths- these sad and blackened shafts These vague entablatures this crumbling frieze

These shattered cornices this wreck - this ruin

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not all!

These stones alas! these gray stones
All of the famed and the colossal left
By the corrosive Hours to Fate and me?
"Not all " the Echoes answer me e
Prophetic sounds and loud, arise forever
From us, and from all Ruin, unto the wise,
As melody from Memnon to the Sun.
We rule the hearts of mightiest men
With a despotic sway all giant minds.

We are not impotent

we pallid stones.

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we rule

Not all our power is gone not all our fame

Not all the magic of our high renown

Not all the wonder that encircles us

Not all the mysteries that in us lie
Not all the memories that hang upon
And cling around about us as a garment,
Clothing us in a robe of more than glory."

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26 These crumbling walls; these tottering arcades (B.S.V., S.L.M.);

But hold! these dark, these perishing arcades (P.P.A.).

28 crumbling: broken (B.S.V., S.L.M., P.P.A.).

31 famed: great (B.S.V., S.L.M.), grand (S.E.P.), proud (P.P.A.).

35 unto: to (P.P.A.).

36 melody in old days (B.S.V., S.L.M.).

39 impotent: desolate (B.S.V., S.L.M.). 45 as a garment: now and ever (B.S.V.). 46 Clothing: And clothe (B.S.V.).

Title To Ianthe in Heaven (B. G.M.); omitted in G.L. B., S. L.M., Tales [1840], B.J. [June 7, 1845], the poem in these editions being incorporated in The Assignation.

1 that all all that (all other texts save G. L. B., S. L.M., B. G.M., and B.J. [June 7, 1845]).

5 with fairy fruits and: round with wild (G.L.B.), around about with (S. L.M., B. G. M., Tales [1840]).

6 all the flowers: the flowers - they all (S. L. M., B. G. M., Tales [1840]). But the dream—it could not last (G.L.B., S. L.M., B. G. M., Tales [1840]).

8 Ah: Oh (S. M.); Young hope! thou didst arise (G.L.B.); And the star of Hope did rise (S. L.M., B. G.M., Tales [1840]).

11 "On! on!"-but: Onward! while (G. L. B., S. L.M., B. G. M., Tales [1840]), Onward! · but (B.J. [June 7, 1845]).

15 The light of Life: Ambition -all (G. L.B., S. L.M., B. G. M., Tales [1840]).

16 Omitted in B.J. [May 10, 1845].

17 solemn breaking (G. L.B.).