Magazine | The Lady's Book | Burton's Gentlemen Magazine | J. Lorimer Graham |
Date | 1834 | July 1839 | 1849 |
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Variant | B | D | N |
Title | (untitled) | To Ianthe in Heaven | To One In Paradise |
1 | Thou wast all to me, love, | Thou wast that all to me, love, | Thou wast all that
to me, love, |
2 | For which my soul did pine | For which my soul did pine | For which
my soul did pine |
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3 | A green isle in the sea, love, | A green isle in the sea, love, | A green isle
in the sea, love, |
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4 | A fountain and a shrine, | A fountain and a shrine, | A fountain and a shrine, | |
5 | All wreathed round with wild flowers, | All wreath’d around about with
flowers | All wreathed with fairy fruits and flowers, | |
6 | And all the flowers were mine. | The flowers – they all were mine. | And
all the flowers were mine. |
7 | But the dream – it could not last! | But the dream – it could not
last! | Ah, dream too bright to last! |
8 | Young Hope! Thou did’st arise | And the star of Hope did rise | Ah, starry
Hope! That didst arise |
9 | But to be overcast! | But to be overcast! | But to be overcast!
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10 | A voice from out the Future cries, | A voice from out the Future cries | A voice
from out the Future cries, |
11 | “Onward!” while o’er the Past |
“Onward!" – while
o’er the Past |
“On! On!" – but o’er the Past |
12 | (Dim gulf!) my spirit hovering lies | (Dim gulf!) my spirit hovering lies | (Dim
gulf!) my spirit hovering lies |
13 | Mute, motionless, aghast! | Mute, motionless, aghast! | Mute, motionless, aghast!
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14 | For, alas! Alas! With me | For, alas! Alas! With me | For, alas! Alas! With me |
15 | Ambition – all – is o’er! | Ambition – all – is
o’er | The light of Life is o’er! |
16 | No more – no more – no more – | No more – no more – no
more – | No more – no more – no more – |
17 | (Such language holds the breaking sea | (Such language holds the solemn sea
| (Such language holds the solemn sea |
18 | To the sands upon the shore) | To the sands upon the shore) | To the sands upon
the shore) |
19 | Shall bloom the thunder-blasted tree, | Shall bloom the thunder-blasted tree,
| Shall bloom the thunder-blasted tree,
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20 | Or the stricken eagle soar! | Or the stricken eagle soar! | Or the stricken eagle
soar! |
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21 | Alas! For that accursed time | And all my hours are trances, | And all my days
are trances, |
22 | They bore thee o’er the billow | And all my nightly dreams | And all my
nightly dreams |
23 | From me – to titled age and crime, | Are where thy grey eye glances, | Are
where thy grey eye glances, |
24 | And unholy pillow – | And where thy footstep gleams – | And where
thy footstep gleams – |
25 | From Love, and from our misty clime | In what ethereal dances, | In what ethereal
dances, |
26 | Where weeps the silver willow! | By what eternal streams | By what eternal streams
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27 | And all my hours are trances,
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28 | And all my nightly dreams
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29 | Are where thy grey eye glances,
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30 | And where thy footstep gleams –
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31 | In what ethereal dances,
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32 | By what eternal streams
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