Heaven and earth dissertation paper

A monologue in the play simply by Lord Byron

NOTE: This kind of monologue is reprinted coming from Lord Byron: Six Plays. Head of the family Byron. Oregon: Black Container Press, 3 years ago.

JAPHET: En wilds, that look eternal, and thou cave

Which will seemst unfathomable, and ye mountains

Thus varied so terrible in beauty

Below, in your tough majesty of rocks

And toppling forest that twine their root base with stone

In verticle with respect places, the place that the foot

Of man would tremble, can he reach them”yes

Ye look eternal! Yet, a few weeks

Perhaps even several hours, ye will be changed, hire, hurld

Prior to the mass of waters, and yon give

Which appears to lead to a lower universe

Shall have its depths searchd by sweeping wave

And dolphins gambol in the lions living area!

And man”Oh, men! my personal fellow-beings! Who have

Shall weep above the universal grave

Save I? Who will probably be left to weep? My own kinsmen

Alas! what am I better than ye are

Which i must live beyond en? Where shall be

The nice places where I think of Anah

While I got hope? or maybe the more savage haunts

Hard to find less beloved, where We despaird on her behalf?

And can that be! “Shall yon exulting peak

Whose glittering leading is like a distant star

Lie low beneath the boiling of the deep?

No more to achieve the morning sunlight break out

And scatter back the mists in floating folds up

From its great brow? no more to have

Days broad orb drop lurking behind its mind at actually

Leaving that with a overhead of many hues?

No more as the beacon of the world

For angels to tumble on, while the spot

Nearby the stars? And may those phrases no more

Become meant for the, for all things, save for us

And the predestined creeping things reserved

Simply by my sire to Jehovahs bidding? Might

He preserve them, and I not have the strength

To snatch the loveliest of earths daughters from

A trouble which even some snake, with his mate

Shall scape to save his kind to become prolongd

To hiss and sting through some emerging world

Reeking and auf grund from out your slime, in whose ooze

Shall slumber oer the destroy of this, right up until

The salt morass subside in a sphere

Underneath the sun, and become the monument

The sole and undistinguishd sepulchre

Of but quick myriads of all existence? How much

Breath of air will be stilld at once! Almost all beauteous community!

So small, so markd out for devastation, I

Which has a cleft heart look about thee everyday

And night by evening, thy numberd days and nights.

I am unable to save the, cannot save even her

Whose love had made me love thee more, but since

A portion of thy dust particles, I cannot believe

Upon thy coming disaster without a sense

Such as”Oh God!