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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=116823" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Prometheus</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Titan! to whose immortal eyes<br>The sufferings of mortality,<br>Seen in their sad reality,<br>Were not as things that gods despise;<br>What was thy pity's recompense?<br>A silent suffering, and intense;<br>The rock, the vulture, and the chain,<br>All that the proud can feel of pain,<br>The agony they do not show,<br>The suffocating sense of woe,<br>Which speaks but in its loneliness,<br>And then is jealous lest the sky<br>Should have a listener, nor will sigh<br>Until its voice is echoless.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Titan! to thee the strife was given<br>Between the suffering and the will,<br>Which torture where they cannot kill;<br>And the inexorable Heaven,<br>And the deaf tyranny of Fate,<br>The ruling principle of Hate,<br>Which for its pleasure doth create<br>The things it may annihilate,<br>Refus'd thee even the boon to die:<br>The wretched gift Eternity<br>Was thine--and thou hast borne it well.<br>All that the Thunderer wrung from thee<br>Was but the menace which flung back<br>On him the torments of thy rack;<br>The fate thou didst so well foresee,<br>But would not to appease him tell;<br>And in thy Silence was his Sentence,<br>And in his Soul a vain repentance,<br>And evil dread so ill dissembled,<br>That in his hand the lightnings trembled.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Thy Godlike crime was to be kind,<br>To render with thy precepts less<br>The sum of human wretchedness,<br>And strengthen Man with his own mind;<br>But baffled as thou wert from high,<br>Still in thy patient energy,<br>In the endurance, and repulse<br>Of thine impenetrable Spirit,<br>Which Earth and Heaven could not convulse,<br>A mighty lesson we inherit:<br>Thou art a symbol and a sign<br>To Mortals of their fate and force;<br>Like thee, Man is in part divine,<br>A troubled stream from a pure source;<br>And Man in portions can foresee<br>His own funereal destiny;<br>His wretchedness, and his resistance,<br>And his sad unallied existence:<br>To which his Spirit may oppose<br>Itself--and equal to all woes,<br>And a firm will, and a deep sense,<br>Which even in torture can descry<br>Its own concenter'd recompense,<br>Triumphant where it dares defy,<br>And making Death a Victory.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Byron">Byron</a><div class=q>
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