A visit to Anglesey Abbey

Susanna and I took the opportunity of another lovely early spring day to visit the gardens at Anglesey Abbey where the winter garden is still looking stunning and the snowdrops are out. Here are a few photos from the visit and the opening lines of Book One of Lucretius' poem De Rerum Natura (On the Nature of Things)
since Venus makes an appearance in a couple of the photos.

From Lucretius' poem De Rerum Natura (On the Nature of Things) 
translated by William Ellery Leonard
Book 1.1-28

Mother of Rome, delight of Gods and men,
Dear Venus that beneath the gliding stars
Makest to teem the many-voyaged main
And fruitful lands--for all of living things
Through thee alone are evermore conceived,
Through thee are risen to visit the great sun--
Before thee, Goddess, and thy coming on,
Flee stormy wind and massy cloud away,
For thee the daedal Earth bears scented flowers,
For thee waters of the unvexed deep
Smile, and the hollows of the serene sky
Glow with diffused radiance for thee!
For soon as comes the springtime face of day,
And procreant gales blow from the West unbarred,
First fowls of air, smit to the heart by thee,
Foretoken thy approach, O thou Divine,
And leap the wild herds round the happy fields
Or swim the bounding torrents. Thus amain,
Seized with the spell, all creatures follow thee
Whithersoever thou walkest forth to lead,
And thence through seas and mountains and swift streams,
Through leafy homes of birds and greening plains,
Kindling the lure of love in every breast,
Thou bringest the eternal generations forth,
Kind after kind. And since 'tis thou alone
Guidest the Cosmos, and without thee naught
Is risen to reach the shining shores of light,
Nor aught of joyful or of lovely born,
Thee do I crave co-partner in that verse
Which I presume on Nature to compose
For Memmius mine, whom thou hast willed to be
Peerless in every grace at every hour - 
Wherefore indeed, Divine one, give my words
Immortal charm.


Yewtree said…
Great photos on this and the previous post. And I like the Lucretius poem, too.