Nor only tears Rained at their eyes but high winds worse within Began to rise Gustave Dore (1832-1883)

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

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Painter: Gustave Dore

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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 - 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

Gustave Dore - The heavenly bands Down from a sky of jasper lighted now In Paradise

Gustave Dore - Began to build a vessel of huge bulk

Gustave Dore - All dwellings else Flood overwhelmed and them with all their pomp Deep under water rolled

Gustave Dore - The beseech That Moses might report to them his will And terror cease

Gustave Dore - Some natural tears they dropt but wiped them soon

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