Now storming fury rose And clamour such as heard in heaven till now Was never Gustave Dore (1832-1883)

Gustave Dore – Now storming fury rose And clamour such as heard in heaven till now Was never

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Gustave Dore - With head hands wings or feet pursues his way And swims or sinks or wades or creeps

Gustave Dore - Heaven rung With jubilee and loud hosannas filled The eternal regions

Gustave Dore - And many more too long Embryos and idiots eremites and friars

Gustave Dore - Me miserable which way shall I fly Infinite wrath and infinite despair

Gustave Dore - A happy rural seat of various view

Gustave Dore - The savoury pulp they chew and in the rind Still as they thirsted scoop the brimming

Gustave Dore - Wave rolling after wave where way they found If steep with torrent rapture

Gustave Dore - Meanwhile the tepid caves and fens and shores Their brood as numerous hatch

Gustave Dore - And now on earth the seventh Evening arose in Eden

Gustave Dore - Back to the thicket slunk The guilty serpent

Gustave Dore - Nor only tears Rained at their eyes but high winds worse within Began to rise

Gustave Dore - They heard And from His presence hid themselves amoung The thickest trees

Gustave Dore - And now expecting Each hour their great adventurer from the search Of foreign worlds

Gustave Dore - Dreadful was the din Of hissing through the hall thick swarming now With complicated monst

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