Heathen mythology, Illustrated by extracts from the most celebrated writers, both ancient and modern

by Various

The solid air with many a ragged jaw,

"'Tis the tempestuous loveliness of terror;

For from the serpents gleam a brazen glare,

Kindled by that inextricable error,

Which makes a thrilling vapour of the air

Become a strange, and ever shifting mirror

Of all the beauty, and the terror there—

A woman's countenance, with serpent locks,

Gazing in death on heaven, from those evil rocks."