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“So rainbow-sided, touch'd with miseries,
She seem'd, at once, some penanced lady elf,
Some demon's mistress, or the demon's self.”
― John Keats, Lamia, Isabella, the Eve of St.Agnes and Other Poems

“Deafening the swallow's twitter, came a thrill
Of trumpets鈥擫ycius started鈥攖he sounds fled,
But left a thought, a buzzing in his head.
For the first time, since first he harbour'd in
That purple-lined palace of sweet sin,
His spirit pass'd beyond its golden bourn
Into the noisy world almost forsworn.
The lady, ever watchful, penetrant,
Saw this with pain, so arguing a want
Of something more, more than her empery
Of joys; and she began to moan and sigh
Because he mused beyond her, knowing well
That but a moment's thought is passion's passing bell.”
― John Keats, Lamia

“Love in a hut, with water and a crust,
Is鈥擫ove, forgive us!鈥攃inders, ashes, dust.
Love in a palace is perhaps at last
More grievous torment than a hermit's fast.”
― John Keats, Lamia

“As men talk in a dream, so Corinth all,
Throughout her palaces imperial,
And all her populous streets and temples lewd,
Mutter'd, like tempest in the distance brew'd,
To the wide-spreaded night above her towers.
Men, women, rich and poor, in the cool hours,
Shuffled their sandals o'er the pavement white,
Companion'd or alone; while many a light
Flared, here and there, from wealthy festivals,
And threw their moving shadows on the walls,
Or found them cluster'd in the corniced shade
Of some arch'd temple door, or dusky colonnade.”
― John Keats, Lamia

“Before Lamia killed children, her children were killed. The root of her violence, like the root of so much violence, is grief.”
― Jess Zimmerman, Women and Other Monsters: Building a New Mythology

“We're three people against a crazed faerie queen merged with a demon who controls an army of gnomes. What could happen?”
― Chloe Jacobs, Greta and the Lost Army