Creusez, jeune ouvrier... Dans la nuit souterraine
Le vent du ciel apporte un parfum de printemps.
L’air est bleu, l’air est frais, remontez vers la plaine ;
Là, peut-être l’amour vous pleure dés longtemps.

« Bientôt je reverrai la blonde Eléonore, »
Se disait le pâle Robert ;
Et dans ce vague espoir, il creuse, il creuse encore ;
La roche...

Robert of Sicily, brother of Pope Urbane
And Valmond, emperor of Allemaine,
Apparelled in magnificent attire,
With retinue of many a knight and squire,
On Saint John’s eve, at vespers, proudly sat
And heard the priests chant the Magnificat.
And as he listened o’er and o’er again
Repeated, like a burden or refrain,
He caught the...

Great spirits now on earth are sojourning:
He of the cloud, the cataract, the lake,
Who on Helvellyn’s summit, wide awake,
Catches his freshness from Archangel’s wing:
He of the rose, the violet, the spring,
The social smile, the chain for Freedom’s sake:
And lo! whose steadfastness would never take
A meaner sound than Raphael’s...

        UPON St. Michael’s Isle
        They laid him for awhile
That he might feel the Ocean’s full embrace,
            And wedded be
            To that wide sea—
  The subject and the passion of his race.
    As Thetis, from some lovely underground
      Springing, she girds him round
        With lapping sound...