\u00d4 sainte horreur du mal ! devoir fun\u00e8bre ! \u00f4 haine !<\/p>\n
Quand Virgile suspend la ch\u00e8vre au blanc tro\u00ebne ;
\nQuand Lucr\u00e8ce rev\u00eat de feuilles l\u2019homme nu ;
\nQuand Ennius compare au satyre cornu
\nLe bouc passant sa t\u00eate \u00e0 travers la broussaille
\nQui fait qu\u2019Europe au bain se d\u00e9tourne et tressaille ;
\nQuand Moschus chante Enna ; quand Horace ga\u00eement
\nSuit Canidie, et fait, sur le chaudron fumant
\nO\u00f9 l\u2019horreur de la lune et des tombeaux s\u2019infiltre,
\n\u00c9ternuer Priape \u00e0 l\u2019\u00e2cre odeur du philtre ;
\nQuand Plaute bat Davus ou raille Amphitryon,
\nLe ciel bleu dans un coin brille et jette un rayon
\nSur la baigneuse \u00e9mue ou la ch\u00e8vre qui grimpe,
\nEt l\u2019on entend au fond rire l\u2019immense Olympe.
\nMais tout azur s\u2019\u00e9clipse o\u00f9 passent les vengeurs.
\nLes soupiraux d\u2019en bas teignent de leurs rougeurs
\nLe mur sinistre auquel s\u2019adosse J\u00e9r\u00e9mie.
\nLes punisseurs sont noirs. Leur p\u00e2le et grave amie,
\nLa Mort, leur met la main sur l\u2019\u00e9paule, et leur dit :
\n\u2014 Esprit, ne laisse pas \u00e9chapper ton bandit.
\nCar ce sont eux qui, seuls, justiciers des ab\u00eemes,
\nTerrassent \u00e0 jamais les monstres et les crimes ;
\nCar ils sont les g\u00e9ants des ch\u00e2timents de Dieu ;
\nCar, sur des \u00e9criteaux d\u2019acier en mots de feu,
\nDu tonnerre escort\u00e9s, ces hommes formidables
\nTranscrivent de l\u00e0-haut les arr\u00eats insondables ;
\nCar ils mettent Achab et Tib\u00e8re au poteau ;
\nCar l\u2019un porte l\u2019\u00e9clair, l\u2019autre tient le marteau ;
\nIls marchent, affichant des sentences que l\u2019homme
\nLit effar\u00e9, sur Tyr, sur Ninive, sur Rome,
\nEt, sombres, \u00e0 travers les si\u00e8cles effray\u00e9s,
\nVont, et ces foudroyants tra\u00eenent leurs foudroy\u00e9s.
\nIsa\u00efe, accoud\u00e9 sur Babylone ath\u00e9e,
\nSonge ; Eschyle, vengeur et fils de Prom\u00e9th\u00e9e,
\nCloue au drame d\u2019airain le tyran Jupiter ;
\nShakspeare m\u00e8ne en laisse Henri huit ; et Luther
\nFouette les Borgia m\u00eal\u00e9s aux Louis onze ;
\nTacite dans la nuit pose son pied de bronze
\nSur les douze dragons qu\u2019on appelle c\u00e9sars ;
\nDaniel va, suivi des bl\u00eames Balthazars ;
\nMachiavel pensif garde la b\u00eate prince ;
\nMilton veille au guichet du cachot, gouffre o\u00f9 grince
\nLe pand\u00e6monium de tous les satans rois ;
\nJuv\u00e9nal tire et tra\u00eene \u00e0 travers les effrois
\nLa stryge au double front que son vers a tu\u00e9e,
\nQui gronde imp\u00e9ratrice et rit prostitu\u00e9e ;
\nEt Dante tient le bout de la cha\u00eene de fer
\nQue Judas r\u00eaveur mord dans l\u2019ombre de l\u2019enfer.<\/p>\n
17 f\u00e9vrier 1854.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"parent":0,"template":"","meta":{"inline_featured_image":false,"site-sidebar-layout":"default","site-content-layout":"","ast-site-content-layout":"default","site-content-style":"default","site-sidebar-style":"default","ast-global-header-display":"","ast-banner-title-visibility":"","ast-main-header-display":"","ast-hfb-above-header-display":"","ast-hfb-below-header-display":"","ast-hfb-mobile-header-display":"","site-post-title":"","ast-breadcrumbs-content":"","ast-featured-img":"","footer-sml-layout":"","ast-disable-related-posts":"","theme-transparent-header-meta":"default","adv-header-id-meta":"","stick-header-meta":"default","header-above-stick-meta":"","header-main-stick-meta":"","header-below-stick-meta":"","astra-migrate-meta-layouts":"set","ast-page-background-enabled":"default","ast-page-background-meta":{"desktop":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-4)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"tablet":{"background-color":"","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"mobile":{"background-color":"","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""}},"ast-content-background-meta":{"desktop":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-5)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"tablet":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-5)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"mobile":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-5)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""}}},"annee":[459],"poems-book":[452],"poemes-theme":[],"poete":[206],"class_list":["post-9811","poemes","type-poemes","status-publish","hentry","annee-459","poems-book-les-quatre-vents-de-lesprit","poete-victor-hugo"],"yoast_head":"\n