Hence sable coal his massy couch extends; And stars of gold that sparkle pyrite blends; Hence dull-eyed naphtha pours his pitchy streams, And jet uncolour'd drinks the solar beams.
The Botanic Garden, Part I, Canto II, VI, l. 349-352
Hence sable coal his massy couch extends; And stars of gold that sparkle pyrite blends; Hence dull-eyed naphtha pours his pitchy streams, And jet uncolour'd drinks the solar beams.
The Botanic Garden, Part I, Canto II, VI, l. 349-352