The Complaint Of Prometheus Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: A BBCDBEFGHGHBHBAAEEBB IIJJKKLAMNAANAAEAEEE EBBE| PROMETHEUS alone | A |
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| O holy Aether and swift winged Winds | B |
| And River wells and laughter innumerous | B |
| Of yon Sea waves Earth mother of us all | C |
| And all viewing cyclic Sun I cry on you | D |
| Behold me a god what I endure from gods | B |
| Behold with throe on throe | E |
| How wasted by this woe | F |
| I wrestle down the myriad years of Time | G |
| Behold how fast around me | H |
| The new King of the happy ones sublime | G |
| Has flung the chain he forged has shamed and bound me | H |
| Woe woe to day's woe and the coming morrow's | B |
| I cover with one groan And where is found me | H |
| A limit to these sorrows | B |
| And yet what word do I say I have foreknown | A |
| Clearly all things that should be nothing done | A |
| Comes sudden to my soul and I must bear | E |
| What is ordained with patience being aware | E |
| Necessity doth front the universe | B |
| With an invincible gesture Yet this curse | B |
| Which strikes me now I find it hard to brave | I |
| In silence or in speech Because I gave | I |
| Honor to mortals I have yoked my soul | J |
| To this compelling fate Because I stole | J |
| The secret fount of fire whose bubbles went | K |
| Over the ferrule's brim and manward sent | K |
| Art's mighty means and perfect rudiment | L |
| That sin I expiate in this agony | A |
| Hung here in fetters 'neath the blanching sky | M |
| Ah ah me what a sound | N |
| What a fragrance sweeps up from a pinion unseen | A |
| Of a god or a mortal or nature between | A |
| Sweeping up to this rock where the earth has her bound | N |
| To have sight of my pangs or some guerdon obtain | A |
| Lo a god in the anguish a god in the chain | A |
| The god Zeus hateth sore | E |
| And his gods hate again | A |
| As many as tread on his glorified floor | E |
| Because I loved mortals too much evermore | E |
| Alas me what a murmur and motion I hear | E |
| As of birds flying near | E |
| And the air undersings | B |
| The light stroke of their wings | B |
| And all life that approaches I wait for in fear | E |
Aeschylus
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