POEMS IN THE STANZA OF SPENSER. POEM I. PSYCHE; OR, THE GREAT METAMORPHOSIS. BY GLOSTER RIDLEY, D.D. I. WHERE early Phoebus sheds his milder beams, The happy gardens of Adonis lay : There Time, well pleas'd to wonne, a youth be seems. Ne yet his wings were fledg'd, ne locks were grey; Round him in sweet accord the Seasons play With fruites and blossoms meint, in goodly gree; And dancing hand in hand rejoice the lea. Sick gardens now no mortal wight can see, Ne mote they in my simple verse descriven be. σ II. The temper'd clime full many a tree affords: And warble songs more sweet than shepherd's flute. IH. Here Panacea, here Nepenthe grew, Here Polygon, and each ambrosial weed; 20 Celestial Venus grants him that rich meed, IV. Not she, I ween the wanton Queen of love, All buxom as the waves from whence she rose, With her twin sons, who idly round her rove,зv One Eros hight, the other Anteros; 1 Albeit brothers, different as foes: This sated, sullen, apt for bickerment; quanti That flies before, with scorching flames ybrent; content. V. f love 40 Celestial Venus does such ribaulds shun, VI. A beauteous Fay, or heav'n descended Spright, 30 Scorch'd with the suns that ore her beauties roll; Ne faded like the dames who bleach beneath the pole. |