The temple of nature or, the origin of society: a poem, with philosophical notes. By Erasmus Darwin |
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The temple of nature | ||
Now paused the Nymph,—The Muse responsive cries,
Sweet admiration sparkling in her eyes,
“Drawn by your pencil, by your hand unfurl'd,
Bright shines the tablet of the dawning world;
Amazed the Sea's prolific depths I view,
And Venus rising from the waves in You!
Sweet admiration sparkling in her eyes,
“Drawn by your pencil, by your hand unfurl'd,
Bright shines the tablet of the dawning world;
Amazed the Sea's prolific depths I view,
And Venus rising from the waves in You!
The temple of nature | ||