No radiant pearl, which crested Fortune wears, No gem that twinkling hangs from Beauty's ears, Not the bright stars which Night's blue arch adorn, Nor rising suns that gild the vernal morn, Shine with such lustre as the tear that flows Down Virtue's manly cheek for others' woes.
Erasmus Darwin, The Botanic Garden, Part II, Canto III, line 459.
Soon shall thy arm, unconquer’d steam! afarDrag the slow barge, or drive the rapid car;Or on wide-waving wings expanded bearThe flying chariot through the field of air.Erasmus Darwin
No radiant pearl which crested Fortune wears,No gem that twinkling hangs from Beauty’s ears,Not the bright stars which Night’s blue arch adorn,Nor rising suns that gild the vernal morn,Shine with such lustre as the tear that flowsDown Virtue’s manly cheek for others’ woes.Erasmus Darwin
Organic life beneath the shoreless wavesWas born and nurs'd in ocean's pearly caves;First forms minute, unseen by spheric glass,Move on the mud, or pierce the watery mass;These, as successive generations bloom,New powers acquire and larger limbs assume;Whence countless groups of vegetation spring,And breathing realms of fin and feet and wing.Erasmus Darwin
Till o'er the wreck, emerging from the storm, Immortal NATURE lifts her changeful form: Mounts from her funeral pyre on wings of flame, And soars and shines, another and the same.Erasmus Darwin
With zealous step he climbs the upland lawn, And bows in homage to the rising dawn; Imbibes with eagle eye the golden ray, And watches, as it moves, the orb of day.Erasmus Darwin