"Twas the hour when one in Sion Hung for love's sake on a cross; When his priestly blood dropped downward By the love He stood alone in, His sole Godhead stood complete; Pan, Pan was dead. Wailing wide across the islands, Quenched the light of every shrine; Pythia staggered, feeling o'er her Her lost god's forsaking look! And her lips gasped through their foam Pan, Pan was dead. O ye vain false gods of Hellas, And I dash down this old chalice See the wine crawls in the dust Get to dust, as common mortals, Pan, Pan is dead. * These lines were occasioned by a poem of Schiller's, expressing regret for the overthrow of the beautiful mythology of the ancients. By your beauty which confesses Some chief Beauty conquering you, By our grand heroic guesses, Through your falsehood at the True, And Pan is dead. Earth outgrows the mythic fancies What is true and just and honest, All of praise that hath admonished, - These are themes for poets' uses, Stirring nobler than the Muses, Ere Pan was dead. O brave poets, keep back nothing; Nor mix falsehood with the whole! Look up Godward! speak the truth in Worthy song from earnest soul. Hold, in high poetic duty, Truest truth, the fairest beauty! Pan, Pan is dead. PROMETHEUS. TITAN! to whose immortal eyes The sufferings of mortality, Seen in their sad reality, Were not as things that gods despise; A silent suffering, and intense ; The agony they do not show; Thy godlike crime was to be kind; And strengthen man with his own mind. In the endurance and repulse Of thine impenetrable spirit, Which earth and heaven could not convulse, A mighty lesson we inherit. BYRON. FROM THE ODE TO NAPOLEON. LIKE the thief of fire from heaven His vulture and his rock? BYRON. PANDORA. EVE COMPARED TO PANDORA. MORE lovely than Pandora, whom the gods MILTON. |