The Pedigree of the Devil

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Trübner & Company, 1883 - Demonology - 256 pages
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Page 184 - As a bridegroom coming out of his chamber and rejoiceth as a' strong man to run a race. His going forth is from the end of the heaven, and his circuit unto the ends of it: and there is nothing hid from the heat thereof.
Page 134 - They but now who seem'd In bigness to surpass earth's giant sons, Now less than smallest dwarfs in narrow room Throng numberless, like that Pygmean race Beyond the Indian mount; or faery elves, Whose midnight revels, by a forest side Or fountain, some belated peasant sees, Or dreams he sees.
Page 226 - The other shape, If shape it might be call'd that shape had none Distinguishable in member, joint or limb; Or substance might be call'd that shadow seem'd, For each seem'd either; black it stood as night, Fierce as ten Furies, terrible as hell, And shook a dreadful dart; what seemed his head The likeness of a kingly crown had on. 1
Page 144 - A dungeon horrible, on all sides round, As one great furnace, flamed; yet from those flames No light; but rather darkness visible Served only to discover sights of woe, Regions of sorrow, doleful shades, where peace And rest can never dwell; hope never comes That comes to all; but torture without end Still urges, and a fiery deluge, fed With ever-burning sulphur unconsumed.
Page 37 - I'll lead you about a round, Through bog, through bush, through brake, through brier; Sometime a horse I'll be, sometime a hound, A hog, a headless bear, sometimes a fire, And neigh, and bark, and grunt, and roar, and burn, Like horse, hound, hog, bear, fire, at every turn.
Page 213 - I saw an angel come down from heaven, having the key of the bottomless pit and a great chain in his hand. And he laid hold on the dragon,
Page 181 - thus :—" His head and his hairs were white like wool, as white as snow; and his eyes were like a flame of fire : and his feet like unto fine brass, as if
Page 196 - is sick, and the whole heart faint. From the sole of the foot even unto the head there is no soundness in it; but wounds and bruises and putrefying sores
Page 102 - Before the gates there sat On either side a formidable shape; The one seem'd woman to the waist, and fair; But ended foul in many a scaly fold Voluminous and vast; a serpent arm'd With mortal sting the
Page 208 - fiend who, O'er bog or steep, through strait, rough, dense or rare, With head, hands, wings, or feet, pursues his way, And swims, or sinks, or wades, or creeps, or flies. 5

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