THE antique Babel, empresse of the East, Upreard her buildinges to the threatned skie: And second Babell, tyrant of the West, Her ayry towers upraised much more high. But, with the weight of their own surquedry, They both are fallen, that all the earth did feare, And buried now in their own ashes ly; Yet shewing by their heapes how great they were. But in their place doth now a third appeare, Fayre Venice, flower of the last worlds delight; And next to them in beauty draweth neare, But farre exceedes in policie of right. Yet not so fayre her buildinges to behold As Lewkenors stile, that hath her beautie told. EDM. SPENCER. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE ART OF POETRY; TO CHARLES MORICE by PAUL VERLAINE A LEGEND OF THE NORTHLAND by PHOEBE CARY AIRY NOTHINGS. FR. THE TEMPEST by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE THE COW by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON MAUD MULLER by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER MOONLIGHT by MARGUERITE ATTERBURY |