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 Du bonheur: viens, ô Muse! ô toi qui, sur la cime Se Sinaï, d'Oreb, en secret inspiras La Berger d'Israël, quand d'une voix sacrée Il enseignait comment et la terre et des cieux Sortirent du Chaos! ou bien, si tu préfères Les sommets de Sion, les bords du Siloë, Qui, près du Temple saint, roule ses flots, ô Muse! Viens protéger de là mes chants audacieux, Mes chants qui, surpassant d'un essor non timide, Les monts Aoniens, vont raconter des faits Que n'ont point encor dits la prose ni la rime.

Of Man's first disobedience, and the fruit Of that forbidden tree, whose mortal taste Brought death into the world, and all our woe, With loss of Eden, till one greater Man Restore us and regain the blissful seat, Sing, heavenly Muse, that, on the secret top Of Oreb or of Sinai, didst inspire That shepherd, who first taught the chosen seed, In the beginning how the heavens and earth Rose out of chaos; or if Sion hill Delight thee more, and Siloa's brook that flow'd Fast by the oracle of God; I thence Invoke thy aid to my adventurous song, That with no middle flight intends to soar Above the Aonian mount, while it pursues Things unattempted yet in prose or rhyme.

This invocation is manifestly in imitation of Homer, from whom Milton has received the second inspiration without the intermediary—Vergil. One can observe in the English poet the same movement and almost as much force as in the Greek poet, but much less clarity, precision, and particularly harmony. Nearly all of these defects pertain to his subject and his tongue. Circumstances were not favourable to Milton. His lines could not have been better with the elements that he was forced to employ. All imperfect as they are, they are worth much more than those of Klopstock; for at least they are in the character of his tongue, whereas those of the German poet are not.