FABLE XXII.THE WATER LILY.
I.WITHINa crystal riv’let bright,Whose sides, with verdure crown’d,From shelving banks reflected wideThe landscape bord’ring round,II.AWater Lilypeaceful rear’dHer lovely, graceful head;And on the gently-heaving streamHer beauteous flow’rs were spread.III.Thence she beheld the banks with flow’rsOf various kinds array’d;And nodding trees, that far dispers’dTheir over-hanging shade;IV.For there the lofty Poplar grew,Still mingling white with green;And there the rustling Aspin tooWith trembling leaves was seen.V.The Willow, nodding o’er the brook,Drinks deep the stream below;Cowslip and Primrose near at hand,And purple Iris glow.VI.TheLilysaw, and to the lakeThus soft-complaining cry’d,While gentleZephyrsbore the sound,Which spread from side to side:VII.“Ah hapless lot! whileothersbloom“On yonder happy shore,“Amongst their kindred tribes—myfate“Here lonely I deplore.VIII.“Condemn’d amid this watry waste“For ever to remain;“Nor taste the joys whichothersknow“On yonder flow’ry plain.”IX.TheGoddess of the Waterheard,And Anger mov’d her heart;“How dar’st thou thus affront (she said)“The Pow’r by which thouART?X.“Those other trees and flow’rs thou see’st,“Allsprang from Mother Earth:“And grateful tributeALLreturn“To Her who gave them birth.XI.“Whilethou, alas! shouldIwithdraw“The least of this my store;“Shalt call onotherPow’rs in vain,“And sink, to rise no more.XII.“Beauteous thou art, nor meanly priz’d:“Then lay no blame on me;“Nor seek what, though itothersbless,“Must surely ruinthee.XIII.“But still revere this facted truth,“Whatever may betide;“What Heav’n decrees is alwaysbest,“And all isbadbeside.”
I.WITHINa crystal riv’let bright,Whose sides, with verdure crown’d,From shelving banks reflected wideThe landscape bord’ring round,II.AWater Lilypeaceful rear’dHer lovely, graceful head;And on the gently-heaving streamHer beauteous flow’rs were spread.III.Thence she beheld the banks with flow’rsOf various kinds array’d;And nodding trees, that far dispers’dTheir over-hanging shade;IV.For there the lofty Poplar grew,Still mingling white with green;And there the rustling Aspin tooWith trembling leaves was seen.V.The Willow, nodding o’er the brook,Drinks deep the stream below;Cowslip and Primrose near at hand,And purple Iris glow.VI.TheLilysaw, and to the lakeThus soft-complaining cry’d,While gentleZephyrsbore the sound,Which spread from side to side:VII.“Ah hapless lot! whileothersbloom“On yonder happy shore,“Amongst their kindred tribes—myfate“Here lonely I deplore.VIII.“Condemn’d amid this watry waste“For ever to remain;“Nor taste the joys whichothersknow“On yonder flow’ry plain.”IX.TheGoddess of the Waterheard,And Anger mov’d her heart;“How dar’st thou thus affront (she said)“The Pow’r by which thouART?X.“Those other trees and flow’rs thou see’st,“Allsprang from Mother Earth:“And grateful tributeALLreturn“To Her who gave them birth.XI.“Whilethou, alas! shouldIwithdraw“The least of this my store;“Shalt call onotherPow’rs in vain,“And sink, to rise no more.XII.“Beauteous thou art, nor meanly priz’d:“Then lay no blame on me;“Nor seek what, though itothersbless,“Must surely ruinthee.XIII.“But still revere this facted truth,“Whatever may betide;“What Heav’n decrees is alwaysbest,“And all isbadbeside.”
I.WITHINa crystal riv’let bright,Whose sides, with verdure crown’d,From shelving banks reflected wideThe landscape bord’ring round,
I.
WITHINa crystal riv’let bright,
Whose sides, with verdure crown’d,
From shelving banks reflected wide
The landscape bord’ring round,
II.AWater Lilypeaceful rear’dHer lovely, graceful head;And on the gently-heaving streamHer beauteous flow’rs were spread.
II.
AWater Lilypeaceful rear’d
Her lovely, graceful head;
And on the gently-heaving stream
Her beauteous flow’rs were spread.
III.Thence she beheld the banks with flow’rsOf various kinds array’d;And nodding trees, that far dispers’dTheir over-hanging shade;
III.
Thence she beheld the banks with flow’rs
Of various kinds array’d;
And nodding trees, that far dispers’d
Their over-hanging shade;
IV.For there the lofty Poplar grew,Still mingling white with green;And there the rustling Aspin tooWith trembling leaves was seen.
IV.
For there the lofty Poplar grew,
Still mingling white with green;
And there the rustling Aspin too
With trembling leaves was seen.
V.The Willow, nodding o’er the brook,Drinks deep the stream below;Cowslip and Primrose near at hand,And purple Iris glow.
V.
The Willow, nodding o’er the brook,
Drinks deep the stream below;
Cowslip and Primrose near at hand,
And purple Iris glow.
VI.TheLilysaw, and to the lakeThus soft-complaining cry’d,While gentleZephyrsbore the sound,Which spread from side to side:
VI.
TheLilysaw, and to the lake
Thus soft-complaining cry’d,
While gentleZephyrsbore the sound,
Which spread from side to side:
VII.“Ah hapless lot! whileothersbloom“On yonder happy shore,“Amongst their kindred tribes—myfate“Here lonely I deplore.
VII.
“Ah hapless lot! whileothersbloom
“On yonder happy shore,
“Amongst their kindred tribes—myfate
“Here lonely I deplore.
VIII.“Condemn’d amid this watry waste“For ever to remain;“Nor taste the joys whichothersknow“On yonder flow’ry plain.”
VIII.
“Condemn’d amid this watry waste
“For ever to remain;
“Nor taste the joys whichothersknow
“On yonder flow’ry plain.”
IX.TheGoddess of the Waterheard,And Anger mov’d her heart;“How dar’st thou thus affront (she said)“The Pow’r by which thouART?
IX.
TheGoddess of the Waterheard,
And Anger mov’d her heart;
“How dar’st thou thus affront (she said)
“The Pow’r by which thouART?
X.“Those other trees and flow’rs thou see’st,“Allsprang from Mother Earth:“And grateful tributeALLreturn“To Her who gave them birth.
X.
“Those other trees and flow’rs thou see’st,
“Allsprang from Mother Earth:
“And grateful tributeALLreturn
“To Her who gave them birth.
XI.“Whilethou, alas! shouldIwithdraw“The least of this my store;“Shalt call onotherPow’rs in vain,“And sink, to rise no more.
XI.
“Whilethou, alas! shouldIwithdraw
“The least of this my store;
“Shalt call onotherPow’rs in vain,
“And sink, to rise no more.
XII.“Beauteous thou art, nor meanly priz’d:“Then lay no blame on me;“Nor seek what, though itothersbless,“Must surely ruinthee.
XII.
“Beauteous thou art, nor meanly priz’d:
“Then lay no blame on me;
“Nor seek what, though itothersbless,
“Must surely ruinthee.
XIII.“But still revere this facted truth,“Whatever may betide;“What Heav’n decrees is alwaysbest,“And all isbadbeside.”
XIII.
“But still revere this facted truth,
“Whatever may betide;
“What Heav’n decrees is alwaysbest,
“And all isbadbeside.”
Fab. XXIII.The Lover & Funeral FlowersFab. XXIV.The Field & Garden Daisy
Fab. XXIII.
The Lover & Funeral Flowers
Fab. XXIV.
The Field & Garden Daisy