University of Virginia Library

Search this document 
The botanic garden, a poem

In two parts. Part I. Containing The economy of Vegetation, Part II. The Loves of the plants. With philosophical notes. The fourth edition. [by Erasmus Darwin]
Darwin, Erasmus (1731-1802)
  
[epigraph]

collapse section 
[section]
  
TO THE AUTHOR OF THE POEM ON THE LOVES OF THE PLANTS.
  
TO Dr. DARWIN.
  
TO Dr. DARWIN.
  
TO Dr. DARWIN.
  
Address to the River Derwent, on whose Banks the Author of the Botanic Garden resides.
collapse section 
THE BOTANIC GARDEN.
collapse sectionI. 
PART I. CONTAINING THE ECONOMY OF VEGETATION
 I. 
CANTO I.
 I. 
I.
 II. 
II.
 III. 
III.
 IV. 
IV.
 V. 
V.
 VI. 
VI.
collapse sectionVII. 
VII.
 1. 
1.
 2. 
2.
 3. 
3.
 VIII. 
VIII.
 IX. 
IX.
 X. 
X.
 XI. 
XI.
 XII. 
XII.
  
[section]
collapse sectionII. 
CANTO II.
  
[prologue]
 I. 
I.
 II. 
II.
 III. 
III.
 IV. 
IV.
collapse sectionV. 
V.
 1. 
1.
 2. 
2.
 3. 
3.
 4. 
4.
collapse sectionVI. 
VI.
 1. 
1.
 2. 
2.
 VII. 
VII.
 VIII. 
VIII.
 IX. 
IX.
 X. 
X.
 XI. 
XI.
collapse sectionIII. 
CANTO III.
  
[prologue]
 I. 
I.
 II. 
II.
 III. 
III.
 IV. 
IV.
collapse sectionV. 
V.
 1. 
1.
 2. 
2.
 VI. 
VI.
 VII. 
VII.
collapse sectionVIII. 
VIII.
 IX. 
IX.
 X. 
X.
 XI. 
XI.
 XII. 
XII.
 XIII. 
XIII.
 XIV. 
XIV.
collapse sectionIV. 
CANTO IV.
  
[prologue]
 I. 
I.
 II. 
II.
collapse sectionIII. 
III.
 1. 
1.
 2. 
2.
collapse sectionIV. 
IV.
 1. 
1.
 2. 
2.
 V. 
V.
 VI. 
VI.
 VII. 
VII.
 VIII. 
VIII.
 IX. 
IX.
collapse sectionX. 
X.
 1. 
1.
 2. 
2.
 3. 
3.
 XI. 
XI.
collapse sectionXII. 
XII.
 1. 
1.
 2. 
2.
 XIII. 
XIII.
collapse sectionXIV. 
XIV.
 1. 
1.
 2. 
2.
 XV. 
XV.
collapse sectionII. 
PART II. CONTAINING THE LOVES OF THE PLANTS
 I. 
CANTO I.
 II. 
CANTO II.
 III. 
CANTO III.
 IV. 
CANTO IV.

collapse section Collapse All | Expand All expand section
previous section The botanic garden, a poem
next section
69

And now the Goddess with atttention sweet
Turns to the Gnomes, that circle round her feet;
Orb within orb approach the marshal'd trains,
And pigmy legions darken all the plains:
Thrice shout with silver tones the applauding bands,
Bow, ere She speaks, and clap their fairy hands.
So the tall grass, when noon-tide zephyr blows,
Bends it's green blades in undulating rows;
Wide o'er the fields the billowy tumult spreads,
And rustling harvests bow their golden heads.
previous section The botanic garden, a poem
next section