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Those leaves, alas! no more would close; Relaxed, exhausted, sickening, pale; They left her to a parent's woes,
CoME, let us leave this painted plain;
The walks of NATURE's wilder reign
* This is a species of the Orchis, which is found in the barren
and mountainous parts of Lincolnshire, Worcestershire, Kent and
Through those fair scenes, where yet she owes Superior charms to BRockMAN's art, Where, crowned with elegant repose,
He cherishes the social heart—
Through those fair scenes we'll wander wild,
Come, brother dear! come, Nature's child!
The sun far-seen on distant towers, And clouding groves and peopled seas, And ruins pale of princely bowers On BEACHBoRough's airy heights shall please. Hertfordshire. Nature has formed a Bee apparently feeding on the breast of the flower with so much exactness, that it is impossible, at a very small distance, to distinguish the imposition. For
this purpose she has observed an economy different from what
is found in most other flowers, and has laid the petals horizon
Nor lifeless there the lonely scene;
From flower to flower, from green to green,
See, on that flowrets velvet breast,
His thin-wrought plume, his downy breast,
Regardless, whilst we wander near,
Or sees he no intruder near?
tally. The genus of the Orchis, or Satyrion, she seems professedly to have made use of for her paintings, and on the different species has drawn the perfect forms of different insects, such as
Bees, Flies, Butterflies, &c.
Perhaps his fragrant load may bind
I sought the living Bee to find,
Attentive to our trifling selves,
Thus NATURE with the fabled elves
Be far, my friends, from you, from me,
In idle Fancy's trifling vein.
Remember still, 'tis NATURE's plan
Inspired the imitative mind.