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 STORY OF THE ASHES AND THE FLAME by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON PLEASURE MIXED WITH PAIN by THOMAS WYATT THE MASTER'S TOUCH by HORATIO (HORATIUS) BONAR A HYMN TO CHRIST, AT THE AUTHOR'S LAST GOING INTO GERMANY by JOHN DONNE PET'S PUNISHMENT by JOSEPH ASHBY-STERRY THE VANISHED MOUNTAINS by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE THE PALACE OF OMARTES by EDWARD GEORGE EARLE LYTTON BULWER-LYTTON |