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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=478262" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Prometheus Unbound: Act I (excerpt)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">SCENE.--A Ravine of Icy Rocks in the Indian Caucasus. Prometheus is discovered bound to the Precipice. Panthea and Ione areseated at his feet. Time, night. During the Scene, morning slowly breaks.<br>Prometheus.<br> Monarch of Gods and D&aelig;mons, and all Spirits<br> But One, who throng those bright and rolling worlds<br> Which Thou and I alone of living things<br> Behold with sleepless eyes! regard this Earth<br> Made multitudinous with thy slaves, whom thou<br> Requitest for knee-worship, prayer, and praise,<br> And toil, and hecatombs of broken hearts,<br> With fear and self-contempt and barren hope.<br> Whilst me, who am thy foe, eyeless in hate,<br> Hast thou made reign and triumph, to thy scorn,<br> O'er mine own misery and thy vain revenge.<br> Three thousand years of sleep-unsheltered hours,<br> And moments aye divided by keen pangs<br> Till they seemed years, torture and solitude,<br> Scorn and despair,--these are mine empire:--<br> More glorious far than that which thou surveyest<br> From thine unenvied throne, O Mighty God!<br> Almighty, had I deigned to share the shame<br> Of thine ill tyranny, and hung not here<br> Nailed to this wall of eagle-baffling mountain,<br> Black, wintry, dead, unmeasured; without herb,<br> Insect, or beast, or shape or sound of life.<br> Ah me! alas, pain, pain ever, for ever!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> No change, no pause, no hope! Yet I endure.<br> I ask the Earth, have not the mountains felt?<br> I ask yon Heaven, the all-beholding Sun,<br> Has it not seen? The Sea, in storm or calm,<br> Heaven's ever-changing Shadow, spread below,<br> Have its deaf waves not heard my agony?<br> Ah me! alas, pain, pain ever, for ever!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> The crawling glaciers pierce me with the spears<br> Of their moon-freezing crystals, the bright chains<br> Eat with their burning cold into my bones.<br> Heaven's wing&egrave;d hound, polluting from thy lips<br> His beak in poison not his own, tears up<br> My heart; and shapeless sights come wandering by,<br> The ghastly people of the realm of dream,<br> Mocking me: and the Earthquake-fiends are charged<br> To wrench the rivets from my quivering wounds<br> When the rocks split and close again behind:<br> While from their loud abysses howling throng<br> The genii of the storm, urging the rage<br> Of whirlwind, and afflict me with keen hail.<br> And yet to me welcome is day and night,<br> Whether one breaks the hoar frost of the morn,<br> Or starry, dim, and slow, the other climbs<br> The leaden-coloured east; for then they lead<br> The wingless, crawling hours, one among whom<br> --As some dark Priest hales the reluctant victim--<br> Shall drag thee, cruel King, to kiss the blood<br> From these pale feet, which then might trample thee<br> If they disdained not such a prostrate slave.<br> Disdain! Ah no! I pity thee. What ruin<br> Will hunt thee undefended through wide Heaven!<br> How will thy soul, cloven to its depth with terror,<br> Gape like a hell within! I speak in grief,<br> Not exultation, for I hate no more,<br> As then ere misery made me wise. The curse<br> Once breathed on thee I would recall. Ye Mountains,<br> Whose many-voic&egrave;d Echoes, through the mist<br> Of cataracts, flung the thunder of that spell!<br> Ye icy Springs, stagnant with wrinkling frost,<br> Which vibrated to hear me, and then crept<br> Shuddering through India! Thou serenest Air,<br> Through which the Sun walks burning without beams!<br> And ye swift Whirlwinds, who on pois&egrave;d wings<br> Hung mute and moveless o'er yon hushed abyss,<br> As thunder, louder than your own, made rock<br> The orb&egrave;d world! If then my words had power,<br> Though I am changed so that aught evil wish<br> Is dead within; although no memory be<br> Of what is hate, let them not lose it now!<br> What was that curse? for ye all heard me speak....</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Percy+Bysshe+Shelley">Percy Bysshe Shelley</a><div class=q>
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