Since he, miscall’d the Morning Star,
Nor man nor fiend hath fallen so far.[39]
Ripiglia alla IV strofa, con un movimento che somiglia al manzoniano La procellosa e trepida..., e riconduce all’epigrafico Ei fu:
The triumph, and the vanity,
The rapture of the strife—
The earthquake voice of Victory,
To thee the breath of life;
The sword, the sceptre, and that sway
Which man seem’d made but to obey,
Wherewith renown was rife—