George Gordon Bryon ( Lord Bryon)

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George Gordon Bryon (1788- 1824)

George Bryon,commonly know as Lord Bryon was an English poet and a leading figure in the Romantic movement. Bryon joined the Greek War Independence, for which many Greeks admired him as a national hero. He championed in his work and deeds, giving money, time, energy, and finally his life to the Greek war of independence. Byron captivated the Western mind and heart as few writers have, stamping upon nineteenth-century letters, arts, politics, even clothing styles, his image and name were symbol of Romanticism.


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 sky

Should have a listener, nor will sigh

Until its voice is echoless.

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 create

The things it may annihilate,

Refus'd thee even the boon to die:

The wretched gift Eternity

Was thine—and thou hast borne it well.

All that the Thunderer wrung from thee

Was but the menace which flung back

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.

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 foresee

His own funereal destiny;

His wretchedness, and his resistance,

And his sad unallied existence:

To which his Spirit may oppose

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.

T: I think the poem is about a God

P:"What was thy pity's recompense?"(5) Is asking what was the Titan "Prometheus" gain in return for giving his attention to human suffering, "...things that gods despise"(4) that was the response of what the Titan got in return. Later in the poem, Byron says how Prometheus turns into a symbol/model for man.


A: He is mocking the original myth


T: The poem is based on a Greek Myth. Where Prometheus goes against the will of the ancient Gods and he was punish in a very horrible way.

T:Lord Byron presents the poem in a different perspective than the ancient myths, with a purpose for rebellion. He wants you to take the spirit of Promethean as a symbol of strength for struggling humanity, a struggle worth the price of death.