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    Heaven and Earth: A Mystery. Part I: “They never fail who die in a great cause.”
    Heaven and Earth: A Mystery. Part I: “They never fail who die in a great cause.”
    Heaven and Earth: A Mystery. Part I: “They never fail who die in a great cause.”
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    Heaven and Earth: A Mystery. Part I: “They never fail who die in a great cause.”

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    George Gordon Byron, 6th Baron Byron, but more commonly known as just Byron was a leading English poet in the Romantic Movement along with Keats and Shelley. Byron was born on January 22nd, 1788. He was a great traveller across Europe, spending many years in Italy and much time in Greece. With his aristocratic indulgences, flamboyant style along with his debts, and a string of lovers he was the constant talk of society. In 1823 he joined the Greeks in their war of Independence against the Ottoman Empire, both helping to fund and advise on the war’s conduct. It was an extraordinary adventure, even by his own standards. But, for us, it is his poetry for which he is mainly remembered even though it is difficult to see where he had time to write his works of immense beauty. But write them he did. He died on April 19th 1824 after having contracted a cold which, on the advice of his doctors, was treated with blood-letting. This cause complications and a violent fever set in. Byron died like his fellow romantics, tragically young and on some foreign field.

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    Release dateSep 17, 2015
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    Heaven and Earth: A Mystery. Part I: “They never fail who die in a great cause.”
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    Lord Byron

    Lord Byron was an English poet and the most infamous of the English Romantics, glorified for his immoderate ways in both love and money. Benefitting from a privileged upbringing, Byron published the first two cantos of Childe Harold’s Pilgrimage upon his return from his Grand Tour in 1811, and the poem was received with such acclaim that he became the focus of a public mania. Following the dissolution of his short-lived marriage in 1816, Byron left England amid rumours of infidelity, sodomy, and incest. In self-imposed exile in Italy Byron completed Childe Harold and Don Juan. He also took a great interest in Armenian culture, writing of the oppression of the Armenian people under Ottoman rule; and in 1823, he aided Greece in its quest for independence from Turkey by fitting out the Greek navy at his own expense. Two centuries of references to, and depictions of Byron in literature, music, and film began even before his death in 1824.

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      Heaven and Earth - Lord Byron

      Heaven and Earth by Lord Byron

      A MYSTERY. PART I

      George Gordon Byron, 6th Baron Byron, but more commonly known as just Byron was a leading English poet in the Romantic Movement along with Keats and Shelley.

      Byron was born on January 22nd, 1788.  He was a great traveller across Europe, spending many years in Italy and much time in Greece.  With his aristocratic indulgences, flamboyant style along with his debts, and a string of lovers he was the constant talk of society.

      In 1823 he joined the Greeks in their war of Independence against the Ottoman Empire, both helping to fund and advise on the war’s conduct.

      It was an extraordinary adventure, even by his own standards. But, for us, it is his poetry for which he is mainly remembered even though it is difficult to see where he had time to write his works of immense beauty. But write them he did.

      He died on April 19th 1824 after having contracted a cold which, on the advice of his doctors, was treated with blood-letting.  This cause complications and a violent fever set in.  Byron died like his fellow romantics, tragically young and on some foreign field.

      Index of Contents

      PART I

      Dramatis Personae

      Angels

      Men

      Women

      Others

      Scene I

      Scene II

      Scene III

      Lord Byron – A Short Biography

      Lord Byron – A Concise Bibliography

      And it came to pass ... that the sons of God saw the daughters of men that they were fair; and they took them wives of all which they chose.

      And woman wailing for her demon lover.

      Coleridge.

      DRAMATIS PERSONÆ

      ANGELS

      Samiasa

      Azaziel

      Raphael

      The Archangel

      MEN

      Noah and his Sons

      Irad 

      Japhet

      WOMEN

      Anah 

      Aholibamah

      OTHERS

      Chorus of Spirits of the Earth

      Chorus of Mortals

      PART I

      Scene I

      —A woody and mountainous district near Mount Ararat.

      —Time, midnight.

      Enter ANAH and AHOLIBAMAH. 

      ANAH - Our father sleeps: it is the hour when they

      Who love us are accustomed to descend

      Through the deep clouds o'er rocky Ararat:—

      How my heart beats!

      AHOLIBAMAH - Let us proceed upon

      Our invocation.

      ANAH - But the stars are hidden.

      I tremble.

      AHOLIBAMAH - So do I, but not with fear

      Of aught save their delay.

      ANAH - My sister, though

      I love Azaziel more than—oh, too much!

      What was I going to say? my heart grows impious.

      AHOLIBAMAH - And where is the impiety of loving

      Celestial natures?

      ANAH - But, Aholibamah,

      I love our God less since his angel loved me:

      This cannot be of good; and though I know not

      That I do wrong, I feel a thousand fears

      Which are not ominous of right.

      AHOLIBAMAH - Then wed thee

      Unto some son of clay, and toil and spin!

      There's Japhet loves thee well, hath loved thee long:

      Marry, and bring forth dust!

      ANAH - I should have loved

      Azaziel not less were he mortal; yet

      I am glad he is not. I cannot outlive him.

      And when I think that his immortal wings

      Will one day hover o'er the sepulchre

      Of the poor child of clay which so adored him,

      As he adores the Highest, death becomes

      Less terrible; but yet I pity him:

      His grief will be of ages, or at least

      Mine would be such for him, were I the Seraph,

      And he the perishable.

      AHOLIBAMAH - Rather say,

      That he will single forth some other daughter

      Of earth, and love her as he once loved Anah.

      ANAH - And if it should be so, and she loved him,

      Better thus than that he should weep for me.

      AHOLIBAMAH - If I thought thus of Samiasa's love,

      All Seraph as he is, I'd spurn him from me.

      But to our invocation!—'Tis the hour.

      ANAH - Seraph!

      From thy sphere!

      Whatever star contain thy glory;

      In the eternal depths of heaven

      Albeit thou watchest with the seven,

      Though through space infinite and hoary

      Before thy bright wings worlds be driven,

      Yet hear!

      Oh! think of her who holds thee dear!

      And though she nothing is to thee,

      Yet think that thou art all to her.

      Thou canst not tell,—and never be

      Such pangs decreed to aught save me,—

      The bitterness of tears.

      Eternity is in thine years,

      Unborn, undying beauty in thine eyes;

      With me thou canst not sympathise,

      Except in love, and there thou must

      Acknowledge that more loving dust

      Ne'er wept beneath the skies.

      Thou walk'st thy many worlds, thou see'st

      The face of him who made thee great,

      As he hath made me of the least

      Of those cast out from Eden's gate:

      Yet, Seraph dear!

      Oh hear!

      For thou hast loved me, and I

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