"on earth as Vampire sent"
Oct. 28th, 2006 08:10 amMeme!
( It's a monster mash. )
Today's text is an excerpt from "The Giaour" (1813) by Lord Byron, a poem notable for including the first mention of vampires in English literature. This passage, which includes the reference to vampirism, conveys a terrible curse:
But thou, false Infidel! shall writhe
Beneath avenging Monkir's scythe;
And from its torments 'scape alone
To wander round lost Eblis' throne;
And fire unquench'd, unquenchable,
Around, within, thy heart shall dwell;
Nor ear can hear nor tongue can tell
The tortures of that inward hell!
But first, on earth as Vampire sent,
Thy corse shall from its tomb be rent:
Then ghastly haunt thy native place,
And suck the blood of all thy race;
There from thy daughter, sister, wife,
At midnight drain the stream of life;
Yet loathe the banquet which perforce
Must feed thy livid living corse:
Thy victims ere they yet expire
Shall know the demon for their sire,
As cursing thee, thou cursing them,
Thy flowers are withered on the stem.
( But one that for thy crime must fall, )
Read the entire poem.
( It's a monster mash. )
Today's text is an excerpt from "The Giaour" (1813) by Lord Byron, a poem notable for including the first mention of vampires in English literature. This passage, which includes the reference to vampirism, conveys a terrible curse:
But thou, false Infidel! shall writhe
Beneath avenging Monkir's scythe;
And from its torments 'scape alone
To wander round lost Eblis' throne;
And fire unquench'd, unquenchable,
Around, within, thy heart shall dwell;
Nor ear can hear nor tongue can tell
The tortures of that inward hell!
But first, on earth as Vampire sent,
Thy corse shall from its tomb be rent:
Then ghastly haunt thy native place,
And suck the blood of all thy race;
There from thy daughter, sister, wife,
At midnight drain the stream of life;
Yet loathe the banquet which perforce
Must feed thy livid living corse:
Thy victims ere they yet expire
Shall know the demon for their sire,
As cursing thee, thou cursing them,
Thy flowers are withered on the stem.
( But one that for thy crime must fall, )
Read the entire poem.