John Keats: A Literary Biography, Page 61|
by Albert Elmer Hancock (1908).
Clymene, a youthful goddess, confirms his explanation by the description of a vision in which was revealed the character of the fated dispossessor or Hyperion. It came to her in strains of music from an island—a blissful golden melody:—
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A voice came sweeter, sweeter than all tune,
And still it cry'd, "Apollo! young Apollo!
The morning-bright Apollo!"
A resignation to fate seems about to prevail. Enceladus, a god of brute force, however, is aroused to anger and supreme contempt. He spurns such baby counsel, dares the bolts of Jove, and spreads a contagion of resistance. Here we find the dramatic impetus of the epic.
"What, have I rous'd
Your spleens with so few simple words as these?
O joy! for now I see you are not lost:
O joy! for now I see a thousand eyes
Wide glaring for revenge!" As this he said,
He lifted up his stature vast, and stood,
Still without intermission speaking thus:
"Now ye are flames, I'll tell you how to burn,
And purge the ether of our enemies;
How to feed fierce the crooked stings of fire,
And singe away the swollen clouds of Jove,
Stifling that puny essence in its tent.
. . . . . . . .
And be ye mindful that Hyperion,
Our brightest brother, still is undisgraced—
Hyperion, lo! his radiance is here!"
The god arrives from the sun to lead the Titans in the second war.
In pale and silver silence they remain'd,
Till suddenly a splendor, like the morn,
Pervaded all the beetling gloomy steeps,
All the sad spaces of oblivion,
And every gulf, and every chasm old,
And every height, and every sullen depth,
Voiceless, or hoarse with loud tormented streams:
And all the everlasting cataracts,
And all the headlong torrents far and near,
Mantled before in darkness and huge shade,
Now saw the light and made it terrible.
It was Hyperion:—a granite peak
His bright feet touch'd, and there he stay'd to view
The misery his brilliance had betrayed
To the most hateful seeing of itself.
The few lines in the third book give an account of Apollo's youth on the isle of Delos. He is seen wandering, in the morning twilight, weighed down by some mysterious burden. Mnemosyne has deserted the Titan cause and comes to worship this "loveliness new-born." Under her ministrations he is about to receive the apotheosis in divine wisdom. In the midst of this the fragment abruptly stops.
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