If he from heaven that filched that living fire Condemned by Jove to endless torment be, I greatly marvel how you still go free, That far beyond Prometheus did aspire. The fire he stole, although of heavenly kind, Which from above he carftily did take, Of liveless clods, us living men to make, He did bestow in temper of the mind. But you broke into heaven's immortal store, Where virtue, honor, wit, and beauty lay; Which taking thence you have escaped away, Yet stand as free as ere you did before; Yet old Prometheus punished for his his rape. Thus poor thieves suffer when the greater 'scape. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TWO OF A TRADE by SAMUEL WILLOUGHBY DUFFIELD BEN BOLT by THOMAS DUNN ENGLISH THE STIRRUP-CUP by JOHN MILTON HAY TWICE by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI SONNET: 17 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE BIRTH by ANNIE RAYMOND STILLMAN |