Elias : une épopée de l'âges . a encouragé et gonflé;arbre immortel Lifes-immortel, bien que démon-l'accident;abattus à retentissant ce lointain rivage.dont vanné reste lui revealedIn atteint la gloire, quand a cessé le roarAnd rage de la tempête hérauts envoyés avant. À la réprimande dont les montagnes hautaine se prosterna.tondue par le tourbillon, coulé, ou emportés.Pas plus leur froncement les humbles vallées intimidé.s'élevant comme billows mid la mêlée courroucée,et se précipitant contre le ciel leur pulvérisation poussiéreux.Rocks, rochers, collines, non Titan force pourrait soulever,tracez comme cailloux dans la tempête-fiends jouer.Terre ope

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Elias : an epic of the ages . urged and swelled;Lifes deathless tree—deathless, though demon-felled;The crash resounding to this far-off shore.Whose winnowed remnant welcomed Him revealedIn risen glory, when had ceased the roarAnd raging of the tempest heralds sent before. At whose rebuke the haughty mountains bowed.Shorn by the whirlwind, sunk, or swept away.No more their frown the lowly valleys cowed.Rising like billows mid the wrathful fray, And dashing gainst the skies their dusty spray.Rocks, boulders, hills, no Titan strength could lift, Hurtle as pebbles in the storm-fiends play.Earth opes her jaws, and through the yawning rift, Cities, peoples, vanish, of hope, of life, bereft. Three hours of tempest and three days of night;Thick darkness, thunder-burst, and Ughtning flash;MilUons engulfed, millions in prostrate plight.Grovelling as slaves that feel or fear the lash.Mingling their groans and cries with grind and crashOf crags the cyclones catapult impels.Whose shrieking flails the fields and forests thrash.. An Epic of the Ages »w« of Gods wrath the tiatii >« strew, 8 piled on horrors nuike miaieTvj; retinue, nd more the prescimt xEMtiArcii saw;!f, Jehovah, Him beheld;vu of God, in whom was found no flaw, hates black billows round Him surged and swelled jathless tree—deathless, though demen-felled;fht crash resounding to this far-off shore, WhoM winnowed remnant welcomed Him revealedIn riMD glory, when had ceased the roarAv-M f^m^ng of tbf rt^rnnft.*;} h^ralds scnt before. K , mountains bowed, EARTH Om mjAM ^weRtaway. Ear(h opes her jaws, and through the yawoing hftCities, peoples, vanish, of hope; dfmbeftft?* ^^^OWed, the yawning rift, t life, bereft. nd three days of night;burst, and Ughtning flash;IS la prostrate plight, feel or fear the lash, ?i cries with grind and crash•ilt impels, and forests thrash.

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