The Torch; Eight Lectures On Race Power in Literature Delivered Before the Lowell Institute of Boston Mcmiii
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iEschylus fixed the form of the Titan for the imagin- ation and surrounded it with the characteristic scene. He nailed Prometheus in chains riveted into the rock, the [61] THE TORCH vast desolate cliffs of the Caucasus, an indistinct and mighty figure, frosted with the night and watching the stars in their courses with lidless eyes, the dark vulture hovering in his bosom. Perhaps I can make the scene more real to you by a passage from a letter of a friend who last spring was in that solitude. "... All the forenoon, " he says, "I have been travelling forward beneath the giant wall of the frosty Caucasus. The snow-clad plain serves as a dazzling foreground to the towering rugged peaks so sharply defined in steel white and dull black wherever the snow leaves the beetling rock bare. The gorges and ravines which are here and there visible look like old-time scars of jagged wounds on the sullen face of the mountains. The dreary solitude of the scene is very impressive. Far off yonder in the distance I can picture the chill and desolate vulture-peak where Prometheus, in his galling chains, longed for the day to give peace to ' starry-kirtled night' (if I remember my ^Eschylus rightly) and yearned for the sun to arise and dispell the hoar-frost of dawn.
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