| Мир поэзии | Поиск книг О проекте Размещение рекламы |
 |
Блейк Уильям
was full of them, seemd composed of them; these are Devils. and are called Powers of the air, I now asked my companion which was my eternal lot? he said, between the black white spiders But now, from between the black white spiders a cloud and fire burst and rolled thro the deep blackning all beneath, so that the nether deep grew black as a sea rolled with a terrible noise: beneath us was nothing now to be seen but a black tempest, till looking east between the clouds the waves, we saw a cataract of blood mixed with fire and not many stones throw from us appeard and sunk again the scaly fold of a monstrous serpent. at last to the east, distant about three degrees appeard a fiery crest above the waves slowly it reared like a ridge of golden rocks till we discoverd two globes of crimson fire. from which the sea fled away in clouds of smoke, and now we saw, it was the head of Leviathan. his forehead was divided into streaks of green purple like those on a tygers forehead: soon we saw his mouth red gills hang just above the raging foam tinging the black deep with beams of bood, advancing toward us with all the fury of a spiritual existence. My friend the Angel climb'd up from his station into the mill; I remain'd alone, then this appearance was no more, but I found |
Наши спонсоры:
|
|
© Мир поэзии 2009—2011 Размещенные на сайте произведения, публикуются их авторами и другими пользователями, на основе общедоступных электронных версиях книг, предназначенных для личного ознакомления. Если вы заметили незаконно размещенный контент и являетесь его автором, просьба сообщить администрации проекта. В этом случае, подобное произведение, будет заблокировано. Наши спонсоры:
|
Обратная связь Размещение рекламы |