Quote#Beauty
Through thee, the gracious Muses turn
Quote byLionel Pigot Johnson · 1867–1902
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: The Dark Angel (1895).
English (original)
Through thee, the gracious Muses turn, To Furies, O mine Enemy! And all the things of beauty burn With flames of evil ecstasy.Because of thee, the land of dreams Becomes a gathering place of fears: Until tormented slumber seems One vehemence of useless tears.
— Lionel Pigot Johnson
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