When he came to London a huge, haggard man, always excited, always talking, he used to speak of himself as a prometheus unbound, and he was to live henceforth for the undoing of the powers and systems that were.
"Contemporary Socialism"
John Rae
Then he blew out the lamps, and without a further glance at that prometheus, he reascended the stairs to his room, and slammed and locked his door behind him.
"Doom of the House of Duryea"
Earl Peirce
The thing was just as impossible as it was for prometheus to shake the king o' birds frae his liver.
"Wilson's Tales of the Borders and of Scotland, Vol. XX"
Alexander Leighton