http://www.kopata.org Thu, 09 Sep 2010 18:14:33 GMT http://www.kopata.org/details.php?image_id=292 Sun, 08 Aug 2010 08:25:45 GMT Whether old manor-fronts their ray with golden fulgence leavens,
In numerous leafage bosomed close;
Whether the mist in reefs of fire extend its reaches sheer,
Or a hundred sunbeams splinter in an azure atmosphere
On cloudy archipelagos.

Oh, gaze ye on the firmament! a hundred clouds in motion,
Up-piled in the immense sublime beneath the winds' commotion,
Their unimagined shapes accord:
Under their waves at intervals flame a pale levin through,
As if some giant of the air amid the vapors drew
A sudden elemental sword.

The sun at bay with splendid thrusts still keeps the sullen fold;
And momently at distance sets, as a cupola of gold,
The thatched roof of a cot a-glance;
Or on the blurred horizon joins his battle with the haze;
Or pools the blooming fields about with inter-isolate blaze,
Great moveless meres of radiance.

Then mark you how there hangs athwart the firmament's swept track,
Yonder a mighty crocodile with vast irradiant back,
A triple row of pointed teeth?
Under its burnished belly slips a ray of eventide,
The flickerings of a hundred glowing clouds in tenebrous side
With scales of golden mail ensheathe.

Then mounts a palace, then the air vibrates--the vision flees.
Confounded to its base, the fearful cloudy edifice
Ruins immense in mounded wrack;
Afar the fragments strew the sky, and each envermeiled cone
Hangeth, peak downward, overhead, like mountains overthrown
When the earthquake heaves its hugy back.

These vapors, with their leaden, golden, iron, bronzèd glows,
Where the hurricane, the waterspout, thunder, and hell repose,
Muttering hoarse dreams of destined harms,--
'Tis God who hangs their multitude amid the skiey deep,
As a warrior that suspendeth from the roof-tree of his keep
His dreadful and resounding arms!

All vanishes! The Sun, from topmost heaven precipitated,
Like a globe of iron which is tossed back fiery red
Into the furnace stirred to fume,
Shocking the cloudy surges, plashed from its impetuous ire,
Even to the zenith spattereth in a flecking scud of fire
The vaporous and inflamèd spaume.

O contemplate the heavens! Whenas the vein-drawn day dies pale,
In every season, every place, gaze through their every veil?
With love that has not speech for need!
Beneath their solemn beauty is a mystery infinite:
If winter hue them like a pall, or if the summer night
Fantasy them starre brede.]]> Landscape http://www.kopata.org/details.php?image_id=292 http://www.kopata.org/details.php?image_id=291 Sat, 07 Aug 2010 10:56:12 GMT Landscape http://www.kopata.org/details.php?image_id=291 http://www.kopata.org/details.php?image_id=290 Fri, 06 Aug 2010 16:36:30 GMT Landscape http://www.kopata.org/details.php?image_id=290 http://www.kopata.org/details.php?image_id=289 Tue, 03 Aug 2010 06:49:32 GMT Olah Digital http://www.kopata.org/details.php?image_id=289 http://www.kopata.org/details.php?image_id=288 Tue, 03 Aug 2010 06:36:25 GMT Model http://www.kopata.org/details.php?image_id=288 http://www.kopata.org/details.php?image_id=287 Sun, 01 Aug 2010 04:11:34 GMT Landscape http://www.kopata.org/details.php?image_id=287 http://www.kopata.org/details.php?image_id=286 Fri, 30 Jul 2010 15:42:35 GMT Model http://www.kopata.org/details.php?image_id=286 http://www.kopata.org/details.php?image_id=285 Mon, 26 Jul 2010 11:02:24 GMT Wind playing in the leaves.
Wind brushing against the sky.
Wind knocking over you and I.


Wind is deadly.
Wind is friendly.
Wind can hurt.
Wind can alert.
Wind is nice.
Wind is ice.
Wind is fierce.
Wind can peirce.
Wind is powerful.
WIND IS WONDERFUL! ! !]]> Model http://www.kopata.org/details.php?image_id=285 http://www.kopata.org/details.php?image_id=284 Wed, 21 Jul 2010 03:06:20 GMT Olah Digital http://www.kopata.org/details.php?image_id=284 http://www.kopata.org/details.php?image_id=283 Tue, 20 Jul 2010 10:59:26 GMT Manusia http://www.kopata.org/details.php?image_id=283