Tale VI.

Instead ofll. 1–4:

I’m now of Age and, if I be in factHeir to a Fortune, it is mine to act.Alas! I am no Heir, with Grief I speakMine is the Fortune that is yet to seek.(D.)

I’m now of Age and, if I be in factHeir to a Fortune, it is mine to act.Alas! I am no Heir, with Grief I speakMine is the Fortune that is yet to seek.(D.)

I’m now of Age and, if I be in factHeir to a Fortune, it is mine to act.Alas! I am no Heir, with Grief I speakMine is the Fortune that is yet to seek.(D.)

I’m now of Age and, if I be in fact

Heir to a Fortune, it is mine to act.

Alas! I am no Heir, with Grief I speak

Mine is the Fortune that is yet to seek.(D.)

l. 5forAndreadCome.(D.)

afterl. 6:

Yet, ere I venture on the bold design,And one by fate, not Inclination, mine,In a rough World ‘mid Friends and foes to dwell,Let me to mine own Neighbours bid farewell!(D.)

Yet, ere I venture on the bold design,And one by fate, not Inclination, mine,In a rough World ‘mid Friends and foes to dwell,Let me to mine own Neighbours bid farewell!(D.)

Yet, ere I venture on the bold design,And one by fate, not Inclination, mine,In a rough World ‘mid Friends and foes to dwell,Let me to mine own Neighbours bid farewell!(D.)

Yet, ere I venture on the bold design,

And one by fate, not Inclination, mine,

In a rough World ‘mid Friends and foes to dwell,

Let me to mine own Neighbours bid farewell!(D.)

afterl. 84:

But feebly gives the Time; the very Shore,Methinks, resounds not as it did before;The Market dwindles, and each humble StallConfounds my Sight—there’s Littleness in all.Yet is the Shore the same, the same the Sea,And every Change I mourn is Change in me.(D.)

But feebly gives the Time; the very Shore,Methinks, resounds not as it did before;The Market dwindles, and each humble StallConfounds my Sight—there’s Littleness in all.Yet is the Shore the same, the same the Sea,And every Change I mourn is Change in me.(D.)

But feebly gives the Time; the very Shore,Methinks, resounds not as it did before;The Market dwindles, and each humble StallConfounds my Sight—there’s Littleness in all.Yet is the Shore the same, the same the Sea,And every Change I mourn is Change in me.(D.)

But feebly gives the Time; the very Shore,

Methinks, resounds not as it did before;

The Market dwindles, and each humble Stall

Confounds my Sight—there’s Littleness in all.

Yet is the Shore the same, the same the Sea,

And every Change I mourn is Change in me.(D.)

instead ofll. 97–100:

Would I could one, a single, friend beholdWho will to me the hidden facts unfold,One who will kindly to the Stranger showWhat much he wishes and yet fears to know!(D.)

Would I could one, a single, friend beholdWho will to me the hidden facts unfold,One who will kindly to the Stranger showWhat much he wishes and yet fears to know!(D.)

Would I could one, a single, friend beholdWho will to me the hidden facts unfold,One who will kindly to the Stranger showWhat much he wishes and yet fears to know!(D.)

Would I could one, a single, friend behold

Who will to me the hidden facts unfold,

One who will kindly to the Stranger show

What much he wishes and yet fears to know!(D.)

instead ofll. 105–6:

For who looks backward to the Season fled,The Man departed is the Mortal dead.(D.)

For who looks backward to the Season fled,The Man departed is the Mortal dead.(D.)

For who looks backward to the Season fled,The Man departed is the Mortal dead.(D.)

For who looks backward to the Season fled,

The Man departed is the Mortal dead.(D.)

instead ofl. 115–6:

My hungry Mind may by Attention fill,And like the Ghost glide softly where I will.(D.)

My hungry Mind may by Attention fill,And like the Ghost glide softly where I will.(D.)

My hungry Mind may by Attention fill,And like the Ghost glide softly where I will.(D.)

My hungry Mind may by Attention fill,

And like the Ghost glide softly where I will.(D.)

l. 146: To solve my Doubts: how affable and kind!(D.)

l. 148: To all my Questions, and not few have I.(D.)

afterl. 152:

Here, as along the sandy Shore we pace,Shall I hear Tidings of the young and oldOf whom I took my leave—my Friend behold!(D.)

Here, as along the sandy Shore we pace,Shall I hear Tidings of the young and oldOf whom I took my leave—my Friend behold!(D.)

Here, as along the sandy Shore we pace,Shall I hear Tidings of the young and oldOf whom I took my leave—my Friend behold!(D.)

Here, as along the sandy Shore we pace,

Shall I hear Tidings of the young and old

Of whom I took my leave—my Friend behold!(D.)

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