PASSAGES

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_Evolution of human life_

_Prometheus._ List rather to the deeds

I did for mortals: how, being fools before

I made them wise and true in aim of soul,

And let me tell you--not as taunting men,

But teaching you the intention of my gifts--

How, first beholding, they beheld in vain,

And hearing, heard not, but like shapes in dreams

Mixed all things wildly down the tedious time;

Nor knew to build a house against the sun

With wicketed sides, nor any woodcraft knew,

But lived, like silly ants, beneath the ground,

In hollow caves unsunned. There came to them

No steadfast sign of winter nor of spring,

Flower perfumed, nor summer full of fruit;

But blindly and lawlessly they did all things,

Until I taught them how the stars do rise

And set in mystery, and devised for them

Number, the inducer of philosophies,

The synthesis of letters, and, beside,

The artificer of all things, Memory,

That sweet Muse-Mother. I was first to yoke

The servile beasts in couples, carrying

An heirdom of man's burdens on their backs.

I joined to chariots steeds that love the bit

They clamp at--the chief pomp of golden ease.

And none but I originated ships,

The seaman's chariots wandering on the brine,

With linen wings. And I--oh miserable!--

Who did devise for mortals all these arts,

Have no device left now to save myself

From the woe I suffer.

_Chorus._ Most unseemly woe

Thou sufferest, and dost stagger from the sense

Bewildered! like a bad leech falling sick,

Thou art faint at soul, and canst not find the drugs

Required to save thyself.

_Prometheus._ Hearken the rest,

And marvel further, what more arts and means

I did invent, this greatest: if a man

Fell sick there was no cure, nor esculent,

Nor chrism, nor liquid, but for lack of drugs

Men pined and wasted, till I showed them all

Those mixtures of emollient remedies,

Whereby they might be rescued from disease,

I fixed the various rules of mantic art,

Discerned the vision from the common dream,

Instructed them in vocal auguries,

Hard to interpret, and defined as plain

The wayside omens--flights of crook-clawed birds--

Showed which are, by their nature, fortunate,

And which not so, and what the food of each,

And what the hates, affections, social needs,

Of all to one another,--taught what sign

Of visceral lightness, colored to a shade,

May charm the genial gods, and what fair spots

Commend the lung and liver. Burning so

The limbs encased in fat, and the long chine,

I led my mortals on to an art abstruse,

And cleared their eyes to the image in the fire,

Erst filmed in dark. Enough said now of this:

For the other helps of man hid underground,

The iron and the brass, silver and gold,

Can any dare affirm he found them out

Before me? None, I know, unless he choose

To lie in his vaunt. In one word learn the whole:

That all arts come to mortals from Prometheus.

Aeschylus: _Prometheus_. [Mrs. Browning's

translation.]

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(_For comparison with the preceding_)

Warmly this argument with others oft

Have I disputed, who assert that ill

To mortal man assign'd outweighs the good.

Far otherwise I deem, that good is dealt

To man in larger portions: were it not,

We could not bear the light of life. That Power,

Whatever god he be, that called us forth

From foul and savage life, hath my best thanks.

Inspiring reason first, he gave the tongue

Articulate sounds, the intercourse of language:

The fruits of earth he gave, and to that growth

The heaven-descending rain, that from the earth,

Cheer'd by its kindly dews, they might arise,

And bear their life-sustaining food mature: to this

The warm defense against th' inclement storm

He taught to raise, and the umbrageous roof

The fiery sun excluding: the tall bark

He gave to bound o'er the wide sea, and bear

From realm to realm in grateful interchange

The fruits each wants. Is aught obscure, aught hid?

Doubts darkening on the mind the mounting blaze

Removes; or from the entrail's panting fibres

The seer divines, or from the flight of birds.

Are we not then fastidious to repine

At such a life so furnish'd by the gods?

Euripides: _Suppliants_ 214. [Potter.]

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_Specimen of Accelerated Rhythm in the exact metre_

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