“Gentle powers, forbear!
Twere worse than all my miseries foreseen
Should my huge wreck suck down the friendly skiffs
That proffer'd aid. Oh! would that Jupiter
Had hurl'd me to the deep of Erebus,
Where neither god nor man might pity me.”

Prometheus
Poems (1851), Prometheus

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British poet, biographer, essayist, and teacher 1796–1849

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