The Botanic Garden - A Poem in Two Parts. Part 1: the Economy of Vegetation by Erasmus Darwin
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Grind with strong arm, the circling chertz betwixt,
300 Your pure Ka-o-lins and Pe-tun-tses mixt; O'er each red saggars burning cave preside, The keen-eyed Fire-Nymphs blazing by your side; And pleased on WEDGWOOD ray your partial smile, A new Etruria decks Britannia's isle.-- 305 Charm'd by your touch, the flint liquescent pours Through finer sieves, and falls in whiter showers; Charm'd by your touch, the kneaded clay refines, The biscuit hardens, the enamel shines; Each nicer mould a softer feature drinks, 310 The bold Cameo speaks, the soft Intaglio thinks. [Illustration: _H. Webber init J. Holloway sculpt Copied from Capt. Phillip's Voyage to Botany Bay, by permission of the Proprietor_] [Transcriber's note: names of painter and engraver are only guesswork.] [Illustration: AM I NOT A MAN AND A BROTHER] "To call the pearly drops from Pity's eye, Or stay Despair's disanimating sigh, Whether, O Friend of art! the gem you mould Rich with new taste, with antient virtue bold; 315 Form the poor fetter'd SLAVE on bended knee From Britain's sons imploring to be free; Or with fair HOPE the brightening scenes improve, And cheer the dreary wastes at Sydney-cove; |
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