CONCHOLOGY. 21 



XL. 



Fail' Argonautalv not a soil 



Adown thy robe — thou wouldst recoil, 



From vulgar, mean, or course ; 

 Enough of elegance displays, 

 Thy foiTQ, to fix the admiring gaze. 

 And reverentially to raise 



The mind to Beauty's Source. 



XLI. 



And Nautilus! thy pearly gloss. 

 Alike repels the obtrusive dross, 



That would thy charms obscure. 

 The flexuous rays of auburn shade. 

 That half thy robe of light pervade, 

 In varied forms, wi%i gay parade, 



Triumphantly allure. 



