Rest, silver butterflies, your quivering wings, Alight, ye beetles, from your airy rings; Ye painted moths, your gold-eyed plumage furl, Bow your wide horns, your spiral trunks uncurl; Glitter, ye glow-worms, on your mossy beds; Descend, ye spiders, on your lengthened threads!


The Botanic Garden, The Loves of the Plants

Erasmus Darwin Quotes

Rest, silver butterflies, your quivering wings, Alight, ye beetles, from your airy rings; Ye painted moths, your gold-eyed plumage furl, Bow your...

Rest, silver butterflies, your quivering wings, Alight, ye beetles, from your airy rings; Ye painted moths, your gold-eyed plumage furl, Bow your...

Rest, silver butterflies, your quivering wings, Alight, ye beetles, from your airy rings; Ye painted moths, your gold-eyed plumage furl, Bow your...

Rest, silver butterflies, your quivering wings, Alight, ye beetles, from your airy rings; Ye painted moths, your gold-eyed plumage furl, Bow your...