Papil'O Podalirius recorded as British by Haworth, but no Britisll specimen is known. 



PRELUDE OF MOTTOES. 



CHILD OP THE SUIT, pursue thy rapturous flight, 

 Mingling with her thou lov'at, in fields of light ; 

 And where the flowers of Paradise unfold. 

 Quaff fragrant nectar from their cups of gold. 

 There shall thy wings, rich as an evening sky, 

 Expand and shut with silent ecstasy. 

 Yet wert thou once a worm, a thing that crept 

 On the base earth, then wrought a tomb and slept. 

 And snch is man ; soon from his cell of clay 

 To liurat a seraph in the blaze of day. 



ROQEBS. 



Who lores not the gay butterfly, which flita 



Uefore him in the ardent noon array' d 



In crimson, azure, emerald, and gold; 



Wi li iiuiiv magnificence upon his wing 



Ills little wing than ever graced the robe 



Gorgeous of royalty; is like the kine 



That wanders 'mid the flowers that gem the mead, 



Unconscious of their beauty. 



CiEEINQTOlf. 



Behold again, with saffron wing superb, 

 The giddy butterfly. Released at length 

 From Ms warm winter cell, he mounts on high, 

 No longer reptile, but endowed with plumes, 

 And thro'igh the blue air wanders; pert, alights, 

 And seems to sleep, but from the treacherous hand 

 Snatches his beauiies suddenly away 

 And zigzag dances o'er the flowery dell. 



HUBDIS. 



Late, as I wandered o'er a verdant meadow, 

 Loathsome and hairy creatures were devouring 

 Every leaf tint t.-mpted with its greenness, 



Or by its fragrance. 



Great was their toiling, earnest their contention, 

 Piercing their hunger, savage the dissension, 

 Selfish their striving, hideous their bearing, 



Ugly their figure. 



Next day I wandered to the verdant meadow ; 

 Each worm was spinning for himself a mantle ; 

 It was his grave-shroud ; and I watched him closely 



Wrap it around him. 



Once more I wandered by the verdant meadow j 

 Each worm was bursting from his long confinement ; 

 Each one was spreading to the sun's bright beaming, 



Quivering pinions. 



Hued like a rainbow, sparkling as a dewdrop, 

 Glittering as gold, and lively as a swallow, 

 Each left his grave-shroud, and in rapture winged him 



Up to the heavens. 



Oh ! then, shall man, on earth condemned to trouble, 

 Toilsome existence, warfare with his kindred, 

 Build lor himself his last cold habitation, 



Doomed to remain there ? 



No ; like these creatures, trouble, toil. ?cd prison 

 Chequer his pathway to a bright hereattor 

 When he shall mount him to the happy regions 



Made to receive him. 



ANON- 



Frail feeble sprites ! the children of a dream ! 



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Like motes dependent in the sunny beam, 

 Living but in the sun's indulgent ken, 

 And when that light withdraws, withdrawing then ; 

 So do we flutter in the glance of youth 

 And fervid fancy, and HO perish when 

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The eye of faith grows agec 



HOOD. 



These be the pretty genii of the flowers, 

 Daintly fed with honey and pure dew. 



HOOD. 



Their wings with azure, green, and purp'e gloss'd, 

 Studded with colour'd eyes, with gems embossed, 

 Inlaid with pearl, and marked with various stains 

 Of lively crimson through their dusky veins. 



MBS. BABBACLD. 



Lo, the bright train their radiant wings unfold 

 With silver fringed, and freckled o'er with gold. 



Tneir lite ail pleasure, ana tneir taste MI piay, 

 All spring their age, and sunshine all their day. 



MBS. LJABDiULD. 



As, rising on its purple wing, 

 The insect queen of Eastern spring 

 O'er emerald meadows of Kashmero 

 Invites the young pursuer near, 

 And leads him on from flower to flower 

 A weary chasn and wasted hour ; 

 Then leaves him, as it soars on high, 

 With panting heart and tearful eye. 

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The lovely toy so fiercely sought 

 Has lost its charm by being caught, 

 For every touch that wooed its stay 

 Has brushed its brightest hues away, 



Voyez ce papillon e'ehappe' du tombeau, 



Sa mort Cut un sommeil, et sa tombe nn berceau 5 



II brise le fourreau qui 1'enchainait dans 1'ombre ; 



Deuxyeux paraiontson front, et ses jeux sont sans nombre; 



II Be tranait a peine, il part comme I'e'clair; 



11 rampait sur la terre, il voltige dans 1'air. 



Tl-o T.TT.T-W 



OB LILLE. 



Round about doth flie, 

 From bed to bed, from one to t'other border; 



And take survey with curious busy eye, 



Of every flower and herbe there set in order. 



Now this, now that, he tasteth tenderly, 

 Yet none of them he rudely doth disc-raw. 



No with his feete their silken leaves deface 



But pastures on the pkisures of each place. 



