Unadopted MS Passages
Unadopted MS Passages
British Library Add. MS 28265 ff. 48-49, in place of lines 1-42 of Book I of the 1811 first edition:
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(Uley. Aug 7. 1807)
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(From Uley to Ross)
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Time was but young, the earth was gay
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<When Time's young curls embower'd his brow>
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And infant streams began to play <flow>,
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When <Huge giant> Scoop the Giant <with> with spade in hand,
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And all the Island at command,
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With puffing breath and monstrous stride
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Came thundering on by Severn's side.
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Fancy still hears his foot rebound,
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For <When> Stinchcombe trembled at the sound.
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Where <Here> Cambrian mountains caught his eye
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He gnash'd his teeth in jealousy
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And xxxxx xxxxxx xxxx
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Exclaim'd 'there shall be just such here.'
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<Towring to meet the distant sky
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Jealous he mark'd them one by one
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And dreading much to be sore the work out-done
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'Out-done' he cried, 'Tis true I'm warm'
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But this bright prospect nerves my arm
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He shall be strong who calls me
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I too the mountain pile can rear
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Outdone, there shall be just such here.'>
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Then stript at once to set about it,
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(Look at the spot and who can doubt it,)
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But, at the moment he was speaking
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His arms <limbs> were stiff, his back was aching,
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For Mendip, and the western shore,
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The marks of his huge <recent> labours bore:
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So, wearily, and <Weary he rested,> full of pain,
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By Nympsfield, on the upland plain,
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He set them down with an envious smile
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<And with a gnashing envious smile>
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And <There> stuck his spade upright the while,
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And chang'd his mind.—There <But Then> spurning first,
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O'er Severn's Vale a cloud of dust,
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Again he pluck'd it from the ground,
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The crumbling earth flew wizzing round;
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Then dashing sternly to and fro,
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And <He> cut a casual hole or two;
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In one of which (a sweet one truly)
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Pigmies now dwell and call it Uley
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<Some modern pigmies built up Uley>;
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And Owlpen, by the dark wood side,
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Which none can find without a guide.
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And here, the happy natives stroll
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Around their green illshapen Bowl,
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A Bowl all zigzagg'd round about
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With one large gap to let them out.
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Twas from that very gap we started,
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Four Female Tourists <travelers,> merry hearted,
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Of charm, of power, of will <ample powers, of charms> possest
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To cheer the souls of all the rest,
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<Joy to insure to all the rest>
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Prepared to wonder, and to caper,
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And bring all Wales home—upon paper;
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With five companions in a row <protectors, healthful, strong,
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And cheerful as the days were long
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To point out beauties, stones, and more;
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To hold the reins,> and guide the prow <—and pay the score;>
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Xxx <And> one, aye one <xxx besides>, in idle trim
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Rode just where they would carry him,
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And noted down a thing or two,
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As having nothing else to do.
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So hark ye Candor, stand you by him,
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Truth shall direct, and joy shall try him;
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And you keep even, father Time,
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The light-horse gallop of his rhime;
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That gaily, lightly, run or fly,
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Shall move unclog'd by history
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In spirits high, and happy hour,
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Left Stinchcombe Hill <Uley we left>, and Dursley tower
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Stinchcomes hill black that seems to stride
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In conscious bulk towards the Tide
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And Berkeley's old baronial pride
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With blood of Englands Monarch died
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<And Stinchcombe's black hill that seems to stride
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Towards Old Oceans furious tide
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That inward roars while foaming by <with matchless power>
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Of roaring Severn>
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Where blood-staind Barkley's banners fly <turrets lowr>
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[continues from line 43 of Book I of the 1811 first edition]
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British Library Add. MS 28265 f. 50, between lines 74 and 75 of Book I of the 1811 first edition:
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An ugly Town, and those who chuse it,
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May stop on purpose to abuse it,
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But, being neither tired nor cross,
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We smiled, and drove away for Ross.
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The Malvern Hills, at times descried,
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The rock-bell on 'the Bailey's side,'
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And Penyard Xxxx <brow Hill,> whose steeps are found
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By one vast wood begirt around,
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A Farm enclosing on its brow,
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Where never sparrow from below
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2d Was, in its confines heard or seen,
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1st Check'd by its upright walls of green
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High beat each heart with strong desire
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And expectation's <Each prospect fan'd the> kindling fire
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Forward allready could employ
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The morrow's sun in varying joy
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Till expectation led away
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<In With> In rapture xxxxed <gaze viewd> the unborn day.
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Not that the scene around was lost
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Twas vegitation's bravest<xxxx> boast
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Full, and oermeasure, round us lay
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Qu Fix'd hills and one that ran away.*
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