And seems a moving land and at his gills Draws in and at his trunk spouts out a sea Gustave Dore (1832-1883)

Gustave Dore – And seems a moving land and at his gills Draws in and at his trunk spouts out a sea

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Gustave Dore - To whom the winged Hierarch replied O Adam one Almighty is from whom All things proceed

Gustave Dore - This greeting on thy impious crest receive

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

Gustave Dore - Now Night her course began

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

Gustave Dore - And God said Let the waters generate Reptile with spawn abundant living soul And let fowl

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 - So parted they the Angel up to heaven From the thick shade and Adam to his bower

Gustave Dore - In with the river sunk and with it rose Satan

Gustave Dore - O Earth how like to Heaven if not preferred More justly

Gustave Dore - Nearer he drew and many a walk traversed Of statliest covert cedar pine or palm

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

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