Where hardly given the hopeless waste to cheer,
Denied the bread of life the foodful ear, 1815.

Hovering o'er rugged wastes too bleak to rear
That common growth of earth, the foodful ear; 1820.]


[Variant 71:

1820.

Dwindles the pear on autumn's latest spray,
And apple sickens pale in summer's ray; 1815.]


[Variant 72:

1845.

Ev'n here Content has fixed her smiling reign 1815.]


[Variant 73:

1845.

And often grasps her sword, and often eyes:
Her crest a bough of Winter's bleakest pine,
Strange "weeds" and alpine plants her helm entwine,