“Its horror and beauty are divine. Upon its lips and eyelids seems to lie loveliness like a shadow, from which shrine, fiery and lurid, struggling underneath, The agonies of anguish and death. Yet it is less the horror than the...
“Its horror and beauty are divine. Upon its lips and eyelids seems to lie loveliness like a shadow, from which shrine, fiery and lurid, struggling underneath, The agonies of anguish and death. Yet it is less the horror than the...