Library

The golden verses of Pythagoras

Discourse upon the Essence and Form of Poetry

Project Gutenberg EPUB edition Fabre d'Olivet, Antoine, Pythagoras, and Redfield, Nayán Louise
Open passage
Mes chants qui, surpassant d’un essor non timide,
Open passage
Les monts Aoniens, vont raconter des faits
Open passage
Que n’ont point encor dits la prose ni la rime.
Open passage
Of Man’s first disobedience, and the fruit
Open passage
Of that forbidden tree, whose mortal taste
Open passage
Brought death into the world, and all our woe,
Open passage
With loss of Eden, till one greater Man
Open passage
Restore us and regain the blissful seat,
Open passage
Sing, heavenly Muse, that, on the secret top
Open passage
Of Oreb or of Sinai, didst inspire
Open passage
That shepherd, who first taught the chosen seed,
Open passage
In the beginning how the heavens and earth
Open passage
Rose out of chaos; or if Sion hill
Open passage
Delight thee more, and Siloa’s brook that flow’d
Open passage
Fast by the oracle of God; I thence
Open passage
Invoke thy aid to my adventurous song,
Open passage
That with no middle flight intends to soar
Open passage
Above the Aonian mount, while it pursues
Open passage
Things unattempted yet in prose or rhyme.
Open passage
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. Milton is satisfied with throwing off the yoke of rhyme, and has made eumolpique lines of one foot only, measured by ten syllables. Their defect, inherent in the English idiom, consists, as I have said, in having all the lines bearing equally the masculine final, jarring continually one with the other. Klopstock has aspired to make, in German, verses measured by the musical rhythm of the Greeks; but he has not perceived that he took as long and short, in his tongue, syllables which were not such in musical rhythm, but by accent and prosody, which is quite different. The German tongue, composed of contracted words and consequently bristling with consonants, bears no resemblance to the Greek, whose words, abounding in vowels, were, on the contrary, made clear by their elongation.
Open passage
The rhythmic lines of Klopstock are materially a third longer than those of Homer, although the German poet has aspired to build them on an equal measure.[228] Their rhythmic harmony, if it exists there, is absolutely factitious; it is a pedantic imitation and nothing more. In order to make the movement of these lines understood in French, and to copy as closely as possible their harmony, it is necessary to compose lines of two cæsuras, or what amounts to the same, to employ constantly a line and a half to represent a single one. Here are the first fourteen lines which contain the exposition and invocation of the Messiah:
Open passage
Des coupables humains, célèbre, Ame immortelle, l’heureuse délivrance,
Open passage
Que sur terre envoyé le Messie accomplit dans son humanité:
Open passage
Dis comment il rendit les fils du premier homme à leur Auteur céleste;
Open passage
Souffrant et mis à mort, enfin glorifié. Ainsi s’exécuta
Open passage
Le décret éternel. En vain Satan rebelle opposa son audace
Open passage
A ce Fils du Très-Haut; et Judas vainement s’éleva contre lui:
Open passage
Réconciliateur et Rédempteur suprême, il consomma son œuvre.
Open passage
Mais quoi, noble action! que Dieu seul en son cœur miséricordieux,
Open passage
Connaît, la Poésie, en son exil terrestre, pourra-t-elle te suivre?
Open passage
Non, Esprit créateur, c’est à toi, devant qui je m’incline en tremblant,
Open passage
A rapprocher de moi cette action divine, à toi-même semblable.
Open passage
Viens donc, conduis-la-moi dans l’état immortel de toute sa beauté;
Open passage
Remplis-la de ton feu, toi que, sondant l’abîme du Très-Haut, peux de l’homme
Open passage
Issu de la poussière, et fragile et mortel, te faire un temple saint.
Open passage
My Soul, degenerate man’s redemption sing,
Open passage
Which the Messiah in his human state
Open passage
On earth accomplished, by which, suffering slain
Open passage
And glorify’d, unto the Love of God
Open passage
The progeny of Adam he restored.

Source attribution

The golden verses of Pythagoras, Project Gutenberg eBook #69174

Translator's Foreword The Golden Verses: Greek