Now I took my hand from the flame
, and for awhile the torment left me.
So spake the Sovran voice, and Clouds began To darken all the Hill, and smoak to rowl In duskie wreathes, reluctant flames
, the signe Of wrauth awak't: nor with less dread the loud Ethereal Trumpet from on high gan blow: At which command the Powers Militant, That stood for Heav'n, in mighty Quadrate joyn'd Of Union irresistible, mov'd on In silence thir bright Legions, to the sound Of instrumental Harmonie that breath'd Heroic Ardor to advent'rous deeds Under thir God-like Leaders, in the Cause Of God and his MESSIAH.
When he stood between me and the flame
he did not obstruct it, for I could see its ghostly flicker all the same.
Thrice I saw Morlocks put their heads down in a kind of agony and rush into the flames
Through the red mist that floated all around her, she could see high walls of changing light, where orange, blue, and violet flames
went flickering to and fro, making graceful figures as they danced and glowed; and underneath these rainbow arches, little Spirits glided, far and near, wearing crowns of fire, beneath which flashed their wild, bright eyes; and as they spoke, sparks dropped quickly from their lips, and Ripple saw with wonder, through their garments of transparent light, that in each Fairy's breast there burned a steady flame
, that never wavered or went out.
is crossing the barrier of wet ground—it comes slowly, Edwards, but surely.
from Castra Regis and from Diana's Grove made all around almost as light as day, and now that the lightning had ceased to flash, their eyes, unblinded, were able to judge both perspective and detail.
A short run down the road brought her to a horrified stand, for there before her was another wall of flame
The women, who had been silent till then, suddenly began to wail as they looked at the fires- the smoke and even the flames
of which could be seen in the failing twilight- and as if in reply the same kind of lamentation was heard from other parts of the street.
she asked hurriedly, in order that he might say more and so make more splendid, more red, more darkly intertwined with smoke this flame
Lop-Ear and I sat for hours, watching the flames
Courage and resource were penned in by desperation and numbers, while the great yellow sheets of flame
threw their lurid glare over the scene of death.