The lightnings trembled And in thy Silence was his Sentence, And in his Soul a vain repentance, And evil dread so ill dissembled, That in his hand the lightnings trembled. Lord Byron, Prometheus idefiancesilence
More real than living man He will watch from dawn to gloom The lake reflected sun illume The yellow bees in the ivy-bloom Nor heed, nor see, what things they be; But from these create he can Forms more real than living man. Percy Bysshe Shelley, Prometheus Unbound The Nature and Aesthetics of Design making