1836.

Thro' worlds where Life, and Sound, and Motion sleep;
Where Silence still her death-like reign extends,
Save when the startling cliff unfrequent rends:
In the deep snow the mighty ruin drowned,
Mocks the dull ear ... 1820.]


[Variant 84:

1836.

While the near moon, that coasts the vast profound,
Wheels pale and silent her diminished round, 1820.]


[Variant 85:

1827.

Flying more fleet than vision can pursue! 1820.]


[Variant 86:

1836.

Then with Despair's whole weight his spirits sink,
No bread to feed him, and the snow his drink,