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To suffer woes which Hope thinks infinite; to forgive wrongs darker than death or night.

A titan hangs chained to a rock in the Caucasus, his flesh torn daily by agents of a tyrant god, and refuses to submit. Percy Bysshe Shelley published this lyrical drama in 1820, reimagining the Aeschylean myth as a prophecy of liberation. Where the ancient version ended in compromise, Shelley's Prometheus endures until Jupiter falls and the cosmos is transfigured: time stops tormenting, the earth sings, love becomes the organizing principle of existence. The verse is incandescent, sweeping between choral odes and intimate anguish with a freedom that matches its theme. Shelley, twenty-seven and already an exile, wrote the poem he needed the world to hear. Resistance is never futile when the mind refuses its own chains.