Stanza 8

What wonder, then, if 'mid the vast domain Of that rich Volume, one particular Flower Hath breathed its fragrance seemingly in vain And bloomed unnoticed even to this late hour, Ye gentle Muses, your assistance grant, While I this flower transplant Into a garden pure of poesy, Small garden which I tend in all humility.

The following (suppressed) Stanza followed No. 10

The winds and waves have aided him to reach That coast, the object of his heart's desire, But, while the crownless sovereign trod the beach, His eyeballs kindle with resentful ire, As if incensed with all that he beholds, Dark fields, and naked wolds, And these few Followers, a helpless band That to his fortunes cleave, and wait on his command.