From “King Henry Eighth,” Act III. Sc. 1.
ORPHEUS, with his lute, made trees,
And the mountain-tops that freeze,
Bow themselves when he did sing;
To his music plants and flowers
Ever sprung, as sun and showers
There had made a lasting Spring.
Every thing that heard him play,
Even the billows of the sea,
Hung their...
Wisdom and Spirit of the universe!
Thou Soul, that art the eternity of thought!
And giv’st to forms and images a breath
And everlasting motion! not in vain,
By day or star-light, thus from my first dawn
Of childhood didst thou intertwine for me
The passions that build up our human soul—
Not with the mean and vulgar works of Man,
...
Maintenant que le Ciel, plein d'une alme influence,
Chasse par ses doux feux l'outrageuse froideur
De l'orageux hiver, et fait par la vigueur
De l'humide et du sec féconder la semence,
Maintenant que Zéphyr dompte la violence
Du plus brave Aquilon, duquel l'âpre roideur
Entrouvre de Thétis l'horrible profondeur,
Et s'ouvrant jusqu'aux cieux ses...
