While thus he spake, th' Angelic Squadron bright Turnd fierie red, sharpning in mooned hornes Thir Phalanx, and began to hemm him round With ported Spears, as thick as when a field Of CERES
ripe for harvest waving bends Her bearded Grove of ears, which way the wind Swayes them; the careful Plowman doubting stands Least on the threshing floore his hopeful sheaves Prove chaff.
So again when Ceres
fell in love with Iasion, and yielded to him in a thrice-ploughed fallow field, Jove came to hear of it before so very long and killed Iasion with his thunderbolts.
Mother Ceres was exceedingly fond of her daughter Proserpina, and seldom let her go alone into the fields.
Indeed, it is most probable that Ceres was then a thousand miles off, making the corn grow in some far distant country.
The child mustered all her strength, and gave one more scream, but was out of sight before Ceres had time to turn her head.
But my story must now clamber out of King Pluto's dominions, and see what Mother Ceres had been about, since she was bereft of her daughter.
It seemed so unaccountable, however, that the girl should have strayed over so many lands and seas (which she herself could not have traversed without the aid of her winged dragons), that the good Ceres tried to believe that it must be the child of some other parent, and not her own darling Proserpina, who had uttered this lamentable cry.
The pair of dragons must have had very nimble wings; for, in less than an hour, Mother Ceres had alighted at the door of her home, and found it empty.
All he had to shower was vegetables, and he showered them in a way that would have caused the goddess Ceres
to be talked about.
Now we learn what patient periods must round themselves before the rock is formed; then before the rock is broken, and the first lichen race has disintegrated the thinnest external plate into soil, and opened the door for the remote Flora, Fauna, Ceres
, and Pomona to come in.
He sacrifices not to Ceres
and the Terrestrial Jove, but to the infernal Plutus rather.
That tribute, which it would seem nations must ever pay, by way of a weary probation, around the shrine of Ceres
, before they can be indulged in her fullest favours, is in some measure exacted in America, from the descendant instead of the ancestor.