When, his dread darts to launch on earth,
From Eryx’ radiant height he came,
To hell’s infernal kingdoms strode,
And dipped his weapons in the flood,
In Stygian waves of boiling flame.
Thou from the height of song descend,
Who ’dst blush for transports idly given;
The heroic lute alone can blend
The thrilling harmonies of heaven!
The heart of Genius, proud and bold,