[Image: Shelly Rolinson]
O how sweet I cannot tell
With thee at that hour to dwell
Stretchd the mossy bank beside
Lye to view the random tide
Where no clowns has chopt from thence
Bush nor stake to mend his fence
With thee at that hour to dwell
Stretchd the mossy bank beside
Lye to view the random tide
Where no clowns has chopt from thence
Bush nor stake to mend his fence
Cornerd stones & pebbles round
Breaking dasht wi mellow sound
Wether this or that to see
I am blest if Im wi thee
& full dear has been the hour
Spent wi in thy noon day bower
Prest wi thee thy mossy seat
O its unexpressive sweet
John Taylor removed these lines from the published version of ‘The Village Minstrel’ (Vol 1, p 200 ff). I’ve just put them together in the order in which they appear in the manuscript (Pet MS B2 p256a, C2 p36), but with most lines, not together. The whole 'Solitude' poem in its restored form was published – with many variant readings - in the wonderful OUP Clarendon Editions (EP II 338). I don’t think the poem has been published in its original state apart from that, until Anne Lee and I came along that is.
Breaking dasht wi mellow sound
Wether this or that to see
I am blest if Im wi thee
& full dear has been the hour
Spent wi in thy noon day bower
Prest wi thee thy mossy seat
O its unexpressive sweet
John Taylor removed these lines from the published version of ‘The Village Minstrel’ (Vol 1, p 200 ff). I’ve just put them together in the order in which they appear in the manuscript (Pet MS B2 p256a, C2 p36), but with most lines, not together. The whole 'Solitude' poem in its restored form was published – with many variant readings - in the wonderful OUP Clarendon Editions (EP II 338). I don’t think the poem has been published in its original state apart from that, until Anne Lee and I came along that is.
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