The lightnings trembled And in thy Silence was his Sentence, And in his Soul a vain repentance, And evil dread so ill dissembled, That in his hand the lightnings trembled. Lord Byron, Prometheus idefiancesilence
Platforms Show image 0 Show image 1 Original by Tanaka, and my own digital tracing. Tomoyuki Tanaka, Anatomical Drawings of Staircase Spaces Tablets have caught up