The Complete Poetical Works of Samuel Taylor Coleridge Volume I Part 163

t.i.tle] Alice Du Clos: or &c. MS.

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Her sires had chosen for their Crest A star atwixt its brow, For she, already up and drest Sate in the garden bower below.

For she enwrapt in } Enwrapt in robe of } Maiden white { face half drooping Her { [*visage drooping*] from the sight A snow-drop in a tuft of snow Ere the first lark had left the nest Sate in the garden bower below.

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[48] Go tell him I am well at home MS. erased.

[49] speed] fly MS. erased.

[50] stronger] sweeter MS. erased.

[51] gentler] lovelier MS. erased.

[53] reel'd] pa.s.s'd MS. erased.

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{ [*stormy*]

Like a [*tall Wave that*] { [*huge and dark*]

Reels sideway from a toiling Bark Toil'd in the deep sea-trough Is traversed by } [*Catches askance*] } the Lightning flash

_or_

Like a huge Billow, rude and dark { as it falls off from a Bark That { [*tumbling mainward from*]

Toil'd in the deep Sea-trough

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[56] shouldering] wheeling MS. erased.

[61] A moment's pause MS. erased.

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Yon May-thorn tree dimly--

_or_

O fairly flower yon may-thorn tree

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[69] lightsome] glittering MS.

[71] With] The MS.

[76] Lord Julian in the Greenwood stays MS. erased.

[87] With buskins and with quiver MS. erased.

[100] huntsmen] huntsman MS. b.

[104] He sought in vain twixt shame and pride MS. b.

[107] He look'd far round MS. b.

[110] sore] sair MS. b, MS. erased.

[111] Tho' names too seldom MS. b.

[122] With all his gay hunt round MS.

[126] When] And MS.

[128] And dark of Brow, without a word MS.

[135] stifled] muttering MS. erased.

[136] And Look askance MS.: Yet not unheard MS. erased.

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{ Lord Julian cry'd G.o.d's wrath! speak out! { What mean'st thou man?

{ Recoiling with a start { Cried Julian with a start.

{ well-feign'd anger With { feign'd resentment blunt and rude Sir Hugh his deep revenge pursued Why scowl at me? Command my skill.

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[159] She bade me tell you MS. erased.

[167] For as she clos'd her scoffing phrase MS. erased.

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And who from twixt those opening Trees p.r.i.c.ks on with laughing cheer

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LOVE'S BURIAL-PLACE[475:1]

_Lady._ If Love be dead-- _Poet._ And I aver it!