 | 'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition |  |
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MORE CRUEL THAN THE GRAVE.
The grave is cruel, and a greedy thing
That all the world could never soothe nor sate,
Nor all the bloody feasts prepared by fate,
That all the hours in sorrow to its bring.
That all the world could never soothe nor sate,
Nor all the bloody feasts prepared by fate,
That all the hours in sorrow to its bring.
And still beneath the vulture's sombre wing,
It gluts the hunger and the savage hate,
And where the curses of corruption cling,
It finds fresh booty sweet and delicate.
It gluts the hunger and the savage hate,
And where the curses of corruption cling,
It finds fresh booty sweet and delicate.
But there is something with a fiercer heart,
More grim than hatred's most infernal art,
Which is more cruel than the very grave;
More grim than hatred's most infernal art,
Which is more cruel than the very grave;
And that is love, when honour is its slave,
And jealousy has taught its blackest part,
Which slays its victim with the sword it gave.
And jealousy has taught its blackest part,
Which slays its victim with the sword it gave.
| 'Twixt Kiss and Lip or Under the Sword. By the author of "Women Must Weep," [i.e. F. W. O. Ward] Third edition | |