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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=340169" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Complaint Of Prometheus</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">PROMETHEUS (alone)</div><div style="margin:10px 0">O holy Aether, and swift-winged Winds,<br>And River-wells, and laughter innumerous<br>Of yon Sea-waves! Earth, mother of us all,<br>And all-viewing cyclic Sun, I cry on you,--<br>Behold me a god, what I endure from gods!<br>Behold, with throe on throe,<br>How, wasted by this woe,<br>I wrestle down the myriad years of Time!<br>Behold, how fast around me<br>The new King of the happy ones sublime<br>Has flung the chain he forged, has shamed and bound me!<br>Woe, woe! to-day's woe and the coming morrow's<br>I cover with one groan. And where is found me<br>A limit to these sorrows?<br>And yet what word do I say? I have foreknown<br>Clearly all things that should be; nothing done<br>Comes sudden to my soul--and I must bear<br>What is ordained with patience, being aware<br>Necessity doth front the universe<br>With an invincible gesture. Yet this curse<br>Which strikes me now, I find it hard to brave<br>In silence or in speech. Because I gave<br>Honor to mortals, I have yoked my soul<br>To this compelling fate. Because I stole<br>The secret fount of fire, whose bubbles went<br>Over the ferrule's brim, and manward sent<br>Art's mighty means and perfect rudiment,<br>That sin I expiate in this agony,<br>Hung here in fetters, 'neath the blanching sky.<br>Ah, ah me! what a sound,<br>What a fragrance sweeps up from a pinion unseen<br>Of a god, or a mortal, or nature between,<br>Sweeping up to this rock where the earth has her bound,<br>To have sight of my pangs, or some guerdon obtain--<br>Lo, a god in the anguish, a god in the chain!<br>The god Zeus hateth sore,<br>And his gods hate again,<br>As many as tread on his glorified floor,<br>Because I loved mortals too much evermore.<br>Alas me! what a murmur and motion I hear,<br>As of birds flying near!<br>And the air undersings<br>The light stroke of their wings--<br>And all life that approaches I wait for in fear.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Aeschylus">Aeschylus</a><div class=q>
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O holy Aether, and swift-winged Winds,
And River-wells, and laughter innumerous
Of yon Sea-waves! Earth, mother of us all,
And all-viewing cyclic Sun, I cry on you,--
Behold me a god, what I endure from gods!
Behold, with throe..."></div>
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