It's ...

And now it touches on the purple steep
That flings his shadow on the pictur'd deep.

That flings its image ...

And now the sun has touched the purple steep
Whose softened image penetrates the deep.

The coves ...

The gilded turn arrays in richer green
Each speck of lawn the broken rocks between;

... invests with richer green

... boles ...

... in ...

That, barking busy 'mid the glittering rocks,
Hunts, where he points, the intercepted flocks;

The Druid stonesⁱⁱ their lighted fane unfold,

... a burnished ring unfold;

... sinks ...

In these lone vales, if aught of faith may claim,
Thin silver hairs, and ancient hamlet fame;
When up the hills, as now, retreats the light,
Strange apparitions mock the village sight.

In these secluded vales, if village fame,
Confirmed by silver hairs, belief may claim;
When up the hills, as now, retired the light,
Strange apparitions mocked the gazer's sight.

... shepherd's sight.

A desperate form appears, that spurs his steed,
Along the midway cliffs with violent speed;

Anon, in order mounts a gorgeous show
Of horsemen shadows winding to and fro;

... is gilt with evening's beam,

... of the ...

Lost gradual o'er the heights in pomp they go,
While silent stands th' admiring vale below;
Till, but the lonely beacon all is fled,
That tips with eve's last gleam his spiry head. .

Till, save the lonely beacon, ...

On red slow-waving pinions ...

And, fronting the bright west in stronger lines,
The oak its dark'ning boughs and foliage twines,

I love beside the glowing lake to stray,

How pleasant near the tranquil lake to stray,

... to stray,
Where winds the road along the secret bay;
By rills that tumble down the woody steeps,
And run in transport to the dimpling deeps;
Along the "wild meand'ring shore" to view,
Obsequious Grace the winding swan pursue.

... a secret bay;

... meandering shore" ...

He swells his lifted chest, and backward flings
His bridling neck between his tow'ring wings;
Stately, and burning in his pride, divides
And glorying looks around, the silent tides:
On as he floats, the silver'd waters glow,
Proud of the varying arch and moveless form of snow.

... his towering wings;
In all the majesty of ease divides,

... her beauty's pride
Forgets, unweary'd watching every side,
She calls them near, and with affection sweet
Alternately relieves their weary feet;

Long may ye roam these hermit waves that sleep,
In birch-besprinkl'd cliffs embosom'd deep;
These fairy holms untrodden, still, and green,
Whose shades protect the hidden wave serene;
Whence fragrance scents the water's desart gale,
The violet, and theⁱⁱⁱ lily of the vale; .

Long may ye float upon these floods serene;
Yours be these holms untrodden, still, and green,
Whose leafy shades fence off the blustering gale,
Where breathes in peace the lily of the vale.

Where, tho' her far-off twilight ditty steal,
They not the trip of harmless milkmaid feel.

Yon tuft conceals your home, your cottage bow'r.
Fresh water rushes strew the verdant floor;

Yon isle conceals ...

Thence issuing oft, unwieldly as ye stalk,
Ye crush with broad black feet your flow'ry walk;

Thence issuing often with unwieldly stalk,
With broad black feet ye crush your flow'ry walk;

Safe from your door ye hear at breezy morn,

... and mellow horn;
At peace inverted your lithe necks ye lave,
With the green bottom strewing o'er the wave;
No ruder sound your desart haunts invades,
Than waters dashing wild, or rocking shades.
Ye ne'er, like hapless human wanderers, throw
Your young on winter's winding sheet of snow.

... and mellow horn;
Involve your serpent necks in changeful rings,
Rolled wantonly between your slippery wings,
Or, starting up with noise and rude delight,
Force half upon the wave your cumbrous flight.

Fair Swan! by all a mother's joys caress'd,
Haply some wretch has ey'd, and call'd thee bless'd;
Who faint, and beat by summer's breathless ray,
Hath dragg'd her babes along this weary way;
While arrowy fire extorting feverish groans
Shot stinging through her stark o'er labour'd bones.
—With backward gaze, lock'd joints, and step of pain,
Her seat scarce left, she strives, alas! in vain,
To teach their limbs along the burning road
A few short steps to totter with their load,
Shakes her numb arm that slumbers with its weight,
And eyes through tears the mountain's shadeless height;
And bids her soldier come her woes to share,
Asleep on Bunker's^iv charnel hill afar;
For hope's deserted well why wistful look?
Chok'd is the pathway, and the pitcher broke.

... and called thee bless'd;
The whilst upon some sultry summer's day
She dragged her babes along this weary way;
Or taught their limbs along the burning road
A few short steps to totter with their load.

The while ...

... a shooting star ...

I hear, while in the forest depth he sees,
The Moon's fix'd gaze between the opening trees,
In broken sounds her elder grief demand,
And skyward lift, like one that prays, his hand,
If, in that country, where he dwells afar,
His father views that good, that kindly star;
—Ah me! all light is mute amid the gloom,
The interlunar cavern of the tomb.

In broken sounds her elder child demand,
While toward the sky he lifts his pale bright hand,

—Alas! all light ...

... painful ...

The distant clock forgot, and chilling dew,
Pleas'd thro' the dusk their breaking smiles to view,

... on her lap to play
Delighted, with the glow-worm's harmless ray
Toss'd light from hand to hand; while on the ground
Small circles of green radiance gleam around.

Oh! when the bitter showers her path assail,
And roars between the hills the torrent gale,

... sleety showers ...

Scarce heard, their chattering lips her shoulder chill,
And her cold back their colder bosoms thrill;
All blind she wilders o'er the lightless heath,
Led by Fear's cold wet hand, and dogg'd by Death;
Death, as she turns her neck the kiss to seek,
Breaks off the dreadful kiss with angry shriek.
Snatch'd from her shoulder with despairing moan,
She clasps them at that dim-seen roofless stone.—
"Now ruthless Tempest launch thy deadliest dart!
Fall fires—but let us perish heart to heart."

Soon shall the Light'ning hold before thy head
His torch, and shew them slumbering in their bed,

While, by the scene compos'd, the breast subsides,
Nought wakens or disturbs it's tranquil tides;
Nought but the char that for the may-fly leaps,
And breaks the mirror of the circling deeps;
Or clock, that blind against the wanderer born
Drops at his feet, and stills his droning horn.
—The whistling swain that plods his ringing way
Where the slow waggon winds along the bay;
The sugh^v of swallow flocks that twittering sweep,
The solemn curfew swinging long and deep;
The talking boat that moves with pensive sound,
Or drops his anchor down with plunge profound;
Of boys that bathe remote the faint uproar,
And restless piper wearying out the shore;
These all to swell the village murmurs blend,
That soften'd from the water-head descend.
While in sweet cadence rising small and still
The far-off minstrels of the haunted hill,
As the last bleating of the fold expires,
Tune in the mountain dells their water lyres.

... of the night;

Thence, from three paly loopholes mild and small,
Slow lights upon the lake's still bosom fall,

Beyond the mountain's giant reach that hides
In deep determin'd gloom his subject tides.
—Mid the dark steeps repose the shadowy streams,
As touch'd with dawning moonlight's hoary gleams,
Long streaks of fairy light the wave illume
With bordering lines of intervening gloom,

Soft o'er the surface creep the lustres pale
Tracking with silvering path the changeful gale.

... those lustres pale
Tracking the fitful motions of the gale.