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Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight,
Save that from yonder ivy-mantled tower,
Of such as, wand'ring near her secret bower,
Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade,
Each in his narrow cell for ever laid,
The breezy call of incense-breathing Morn,
The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn,
For them no more the blazing hearth shall burn,
 This verse seems to have strong features of similarity with the following in Collin's "Ode to Evening:"
. "Now air is hush'd, save where the weak-ey'd bat "With short shrill shriek flitts by on leathern wing, "Or where the beetle winds « His small but sullen horn."
No Children run to lisp their sire's return,
Oft did the harvest to their sickle yield,
Their furrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke!
How jocund did they drive their team afield!
How bow'd the woods beneath their sturdy stroke!
Let not Ambition mock their useful toil,
Nor Grandeur hear with a disdainful smile
The boast of heraldry, the pomp of power,
Await alike th' inevitable hour.
Nor you, ye Proud, impute to these the feult,
Where thro' the long-drawn aisle and fretted vault
Can storied urn, or animated bust,
Can Honour's voice provoke the silent dust,
Perhaps in this neglected spot is laid
Some heart once pregnant with celestial fire;
Hands, that the rod of empire might have sway'd,
But Knowledge to their eyes her ample page
Chill Penury repress'd their noble rage,
Full many a gem of purest ray serene
The dark unfathom'd caves of Ocean bear:
Full many a flower is born to blush unseen,
 This beautiful comparison of the Gem and the Flower seems borrowed (but with added force and elegance) from Dr. Young.
-Such blessings Nature pours,
"O'erstock'd mankind enjoy but half her stores;
"In distant wilds, by human eyes unseen,
"She rears her jlow'rs, and spreads her velvet
"green: "Pure gurgling rills the lonely desert trace, '• And waste their music on the savage race." Universal Passion, Sat. V.
Some village Hampden, that, with dauntless breast,
Some mute inglorious Milton here may rest,
TV applause of list'ning senates to command,
To scatter plenty o'er a smiling land,
Their lot forbade: nor circumscrib'd alone
 Mr. Edwards (Author of the Canons of Criticism), who, though an old bachelor, like Mr. Gray, was more attentive to the fair sex than our Pindaric Poet, endeavoured to supply what he thought a defect in this admired Poem, by introducing after this the two following stanzas, the first of which is certainly the happiest effort of the two:
Some lovely fair, whose unaffected charms
Whose beauty might have blest a monarch's arm»,
That humble beauty warm'd an honest heart,
That virtue form'd, for every decent part,
Forbade to wade through slaughter to a throne,
The struggling,pangs of conscious Truth to hide,
Or heap the shrine of Luxury and Pride
Far from the madding crowd's ignoble strife,
Along the cool sequester'd vale of life
 After this verse, in Mr. Gray's first MS. of the Poem, were the four following:—
The thoughtless world to Majesty may bow,
But more to innocence their safety owe,
Than Pow'ror Genius e'er conspir'd to bless.
And thou who, mindful of th' unhonour'd Dead,
By night and lonely contemplation led
Hark! how the sacred calm, that breathes around
In still small accents whispering from the ground,