I saw a woman sitting on a beast Before mine eyes, of orange color hue: Horror and dreadful name of blasphemy Filled her with pride. And seven heads I saw. Ten horns also the stately beast did bear. She seemed with glory of the scarlet fair, And with fine pearl and gold puffed up in heart. The wine of whoredom in a cup she bare. The name or Mystery writ in her face. The blood of martyrs dear were her delight. Most fierce and fell this woman seemed to me. An angel then descending down from Heaven, With thundering voice cried out aloud, and said, Now for a truth great Babylon is fallen. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...QUATRAIN: FATE by RALPH WALDO EMERSON THE HABIT OF PERFECTION by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS SONNET TO ALISA ROCK by JOHN KEATS COMMUNION by DOROTHY P. ALBAUGH TO A BUNCH OF GRAPES; RIPENING IN MY WINDOW by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES WITH ILLUSTRATION TO GRAY'S POEMS by WILLIAM BLAKE |