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 - Now Night her course began

Gustave Dore - On the foughten field Michael and his angels prevalent Encamping placed in guard their wa

Gustave Dore - Nine days they fell

Gustave Dore - Hell at last Yawning received them whole

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 - 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

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