1Titan! to whose immortal eyes
2 The sufferings of mortality,
3 Seen in their sad reality,
4Were not as things that gods despise;
5What was thy pity's recompense?
6A silent suffering, and intense;
7The rock, the vulture, and the chain,
8All that the proud can feel of pain,
9The agony they do not show,
10The suffocating sense of woe,
11 Which speaks but in its loneliness,
12And then is jealous lest the sky
13Should have a listener, nor will sigh
14 Until its voice is echoless.
15Titan! to thee the strife was given
16 Between the suffering and the will,
17 Which torture where they cannot kill;
18And the inexorable Heaven,
19And the deaf tyranny of Fate,
20The ruling principle of Hate,
21Which for its pleasure doth create
22The things it may annihilate,
23Refus'd thee even the boon to die:
24The wretched gift Eternity
25Was thine—and thou hast borne it well.
26All that the Thunderer wrung from thee
27Was but the menace which flung back
28On him the torments of thy rack;
29The fate thou didst so well foresee,
30But would not to appease him tell;
31And in thy Silence was his Sentence,
32And in his Soul a vain repentance,
33And evil dread so ill dissembled,
34That in his hand the lightnings trembled.
35Thy Godlike crime was to be kind,
36 To render with thy precepts less
37 The sum of human wretchedness,
38And strengthen Man with his own mind;
39But baffled as thou wert from high,
40Still in thy patient energy,
41In the endurance, and repulse
42 Of thine impenetrable Spirit,
43Which Earth and Heaven could not convulse,
44 A mighty lesson we inherit:
45Thou art a symbol and a sign
46 To Mortals of their fate and force;
47Like thee, Man is in part divine,
48 A troubled stream from a pure source;
49And Man in portions can foresee
50His own funereal destiny;
51His wretchedness, and his resistance,
52And his sad unallied existence:
53To which his Spirit may oppose
54Itself—and equal to all woes,
55 And a firm will, and a deep sense,
56Which even in torture can descry
57 Its own concenter'd recompense,
58Triumphant where it dares defy,
59And making Death a Victory.
1Titan! to whose immortal eyes
2 The sufferings of mortality,
3 Seen in their sad reality,
4Were not as things that gods despise;
5What was thy pity's recompense?
6A silent suffering, and intense;
7The rock, the vulture, and the chain,
8All that the proud can feel of pain,
9The agony they do not show,
10The suffocating sense of woe,
11 Which speaks but in its loneliness,
12And then is jealous lest the sky
13Should have a listener, nor will sigh
14 Until its voice is echoless.
15Titan! to thee the strife was given
16 Between the suffering and the will,
17 Which torture where they cannot kill;
18And the inexorable Heaven,
19And the deaf tyranny of Fate,
20The ruling principle of Hate,
21Which for its pleasure doth create
22The things it may annihilate,
23Refus'd thee even the boon to die:
24The wretched gift Eternity
25Was thine—and thou hast borne it well.
26All that the Thunderer wrung from thee
27Was but the menace which flung back
28On him the torments of thy rack;
29The fate thou didst so well foresee,
30But would not to appease him tell;
31And in thy Silence was his Sentence,
32And in his Soul a vain repentance,
33And evil dread so ill dissembled,
34That in his hand the lightnings trembled.
35Thy Godlike crime was to be kind,
36 To render with thy precepts less
37 The sum of human wretchedness,
38And strengthen Man with his own mind;
39But baffled as thou wert from high,
40Still in thy patient energy,
41In the endurance, and repulse
42 Of thine impenetrable Spirit,
43Which Earth and Heaven could not convulse,
44 A mighty lesson we inherit:
45Thou art a symbol and a sign
46 To Mortals of their fate and force;
47Like thee, Man is in part divine,
48 A troubled stream from a pure source;
49And Man in portions can foresee
50His own funereal destiny;
51His wretchedness, and his resistance,
52And his sad unallied existence:
53To which his Spirit may oppose
54Itself—and equal to all woes,
55 And a firm will, and a deep sense,
56Which even in torture can descry
57 Its own concenter'd recompense,
58Triumphant where it dares defy,
59And making Death a Victory.
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:
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.
Select any word below to get its definition in the context of the poem. The words are listed in the order in which they appear in the poem.
Prometheus Bound — The full text of the Greek tragedy which inspired Byron to write "Prometheus."
The Prisoner of Chillon and Other Poems — A digitized copy of the first edition of The Prisoner of Chillon and Other Poems, the volume in which "Prometheus" was first published.
Romanticism — An overview of the Romantic movement.
The Poem Out Loud — Hear the poem read by Jordan Harling.
Selected Letters — A selection of Byron's correspondence.
Byron's Life and Poems — Biographical resources from the Poetry Foundation.