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Prometheus

I.

Titan! to whose immortal eyes    The sufferings of mortality,    Seen in their sad reality,

Were not as things that gods despise;

What was thy pity's recompense?

A silent suffering, and intense;

The rock, the vulture, and the chain,

All that the proud can feel of pain,

The agony they do not show,

The suffocating sense of woe,    Which speaks but in its loneliness,

And then is jealous lest the

Should have a listener nor will sigh    Until its voice is echoless.                        II.

Titan! to thee the strife was given    Between the suffering and the will,

Which torture where they cannot kill;

And the inexorable Heaven,

And the deaf tyranny of Fate,

The ruling principle of Hate,                Which for its pleasure doth

The things it may annihilate,

Refused thee even the boon o die:

The wretched gift

Was thine - and thou hast borne it well.

All that the Thunderer wrung from

Was but the menace which flung

On him the torments of thy rack;

The fate thou didst so well foresee,

But would not to appease him tell;

And in thy Silence was his Sentence,

And in his Soul a vain repentance,

And evil dread so ill dissembled,

That in his hand the lightnings trembled.

II.

Thy Godlike crime was to be kind,    To render with thy precepts less    The sum of human wretchedness,

And strengthen Man with his own mind;

But baffled as thou wert from high,

Still in thy patient energy,

In the endurance, and repulse    Of thine impenetrable Spirit,

Which Earth and Heaven could not convulse,    A mighty lesson we inherit:

Thou art a symbol and a sign    To Mortals of their fate and force;

Like thee,

Man is in part divine,    A troubled stream from a pure source;

And Man in portions can

His own funereal destiny;

His wretchedness, and his resistance,

And his sad unallied existence:

To which his Spirit may

Itself - and equal to all woes,    And a firm will, and a deep sense,

Which even in torture can descry    Its own concenter'd recompense,

Triumphant where it dares defy,

And making Death a Victory.

Diodati,

July 1816.

Form: irregularly rhyming1.

The Prometheus Bound of Aeschylus, in which Prometheus, chained to the Caucasian mountains and fed on by a vulture, suffers for his gift of fire to man and his defiance of Zeus, was one of Byron's favourite books.

Titan.

The Titans belonged to the faction of Saturn, whom his son Zeus replaced as chief of the gods.

Defeated but unsubmissive, the Titans (and Prometheus in particular) were popular in the nineteenth century as symbols of revolution or resistance to tyranny.

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George Gordon Byron, 6th Baron Byron, FRS (22 January 1788 – 19 April 1824), known simply as Lord Byron, was a British peer, who was a poet and …

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