Who, at a late period of my labours upon the “Furioso,” suggested the present work as its necessary prologue.
KIND peer, who, mid the tempest of debate,
Hast gladly wooed and won the Southern muse,
Where, crowned with fruit and flower of mingling hues,
She in a grove of myrtle keeps her state,
Like stranger, who no certain path pursues,
Or garden’s lord, that hath his own to choose,
Hadst thou not shewn a better entrance late:
Where fierce Orlando found the dame at play;
And though, too fast for me, from fields of flowers,
She flies to savage waste, and will not stay,
It will content me but to paint her bowers,
If this be granted by the scornful fay.
William Stewart Rose.
1 See the adventure of Morgana, the type of Fortune, who, flying from her garden into a wilderness, is taken by Orlando, Book II.
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