It is stern work, it is perilous work, to thrust your hand in the sun

And pull out a spark of immortal flame to warm the hearts of men:

But Prometheus, torn by the claws and beaks whose task is never done,

Would be tortured another eternity to go stealing fire again.

-Joyce Kilmer in "The Proud Poet" (1917)

To suffer woes which Hope thinks infinite;

To forgive wrongs darker than Death or Night;

To defy Power, which seems Omnipotent;

To love, and bear; to hope, till Hope creates

From its own wreck the thing it contemplates;

Neither to change nor falter nor repent;

This, like thy glory, Titan! is to be

Good, great and joyous, beautiful and free;

This is alone Life; Joy, Empire, and Victory!

-Percy Bysshe Shelley, in Prometheus Unbound (1818-1819); Demogorgon, in Act IV, closing lines