Heaven And Earth Essay Paper Example For Students

Heaven And Earth Essay Paper A monologue from the play by Lord Byron NOTE: This monologue is reprinted from Lord Byron: Six Plays. Lord Byron. Los Angeles: Black Box Press, 2007. JAPHET: Ye wilds, that look eternal; and thou cave,Which seemst unfathomable; and ye mountains,So varied and so terrible in beauty;Here, in your rugged majesty of rocksAnd toppling trees that twine their roots with stoneIn perpendicular places, where the footOf man would tremble, could he reach them—yes,Ye look eternal! Yet, in a few days,Perhaps even hours, ye will be changed, rent, hurldBefore the mass of waters; and yon cave,Which seems to lead into a lower world,Shall have its depths searchd by the sweeping wave,And dolphins gambol in the lions den!And man—Oh, men! my fellow-beings! WhoShall weep above your universal grave,Save I? Who shall be left to weep? My kinsmen,Alas! what am I better than ye are,That I must live beyond ye? Where shall beThe pleasant places where I thought of AnahWhile I had hope? or the more savage haunts,Scarce less beloved, where I despaird for her?And can it be!—Shall yon exulting peak,Whose glittering top is like a distant star,Lie low beneath the boiling of the deep?No more to have the morning sun break forth,And scatter back the mists in floating foldsFrom its tremendous brow? no more to haveDays broad orb drop behind its head at even,Leaving it with a crown of many hues?No more to be the beacon of the world,For angels to alight on, as the spotNearest the stars? And can those words no moreBe meant for thee, for all things, save for us,And the predestined creeping things reservedBy my sire to Jehovahs bidding? MayHe preserve them, and I not have the powerTo snatch the loveliest of earths daughters fromA doom which even some serpent, with his mate,Shall scape to save his kind to be prolongd,To hiss and sting through some emerging world,Reeking and dank from out the slime, whose oozeShall slumber oer the wreck of this, untilThe salt morass subside into a sphereBeneath the sun, and be the monument,The sole and undistinguishd sepulchre,Of yet quick myriads of all life? How muchBreath will be stilld at once! All beauteous world!So young, so markd out for destruction, IWith a cleft heart look on thee day by day,And night by night, thy numberd days and nights.I cannot save thee, cannot save even herWhose love had made me love thee more; but asA portion of thy dust, I cannot thinkUpon thy coming doom without a feelingSuch as—Oh God!