"The lies that serve great parties well,
While truths but give their Christ a cross."
--Sidney Lanier, To Beethoven.
| Crown of Thorns. | [279 L.J.] |
"How was I worthy so divine a loss,
Deepening my midnights, kindling all my morns?
Why waste such precious wood to make my cross,
Such far-sought roses for my crown of thorns?"
--Lowell, Das Ewig Weibliche.
| The Curse of Cain. | [22 T.J.] |
"The curse of Cain
Light on his head who pierced thy innocent breast,
And seared the angel soul that was its guest."
--Shelley, Adonais.
| David's Harp | [396 H.T.], [152 G.B.] |
"Tune, to please a peasant's ear,
The harp a king had loved to hear."