Quotes by George Sterling, The Thirst of Satan: Poems of Fantasy and Terror

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And fragile is thy tenure of this worldStill haunted by the monstrous ghost of God.("To Science") — George Sterling, The Thirst of Satan: Poems of Fantasy and Terror
And starward drifts the stricken world,Lone in unalterable gloomDead, with a universe for tomb,Dark, and to vaster darkn — George Sterling, The Thirst of Satan: Poems of Fantasy and Terror
The candle glimmers but an hour. The nightLooms in its ancient hunger. Would you knowThe tragedy of human love and need? — George Sterling, The Thirst of Satan: Poems of Fantasy and Terror
Be sure that head and heart were laidIn wisdom down, content to die.Be sure he faced the Starless SkyUnduped, unmurmurin — George Sterling, The Thirst of Satan: Poems of Fantasy and Terror
Till her appointed course be run;Till on the darkness faint her breathFlown to the silent void, and DeathSit crowned upo — George Sterling, The Thirst of Satan: Poems of Fantasy and Terror
As a breath on glass, -As witch-fires that burn,The gods and monsters pass,Are dust, and return.(“The Face of the Skies” — George Sterling, The Thirst of Satan: Poems of Fantasy and Terror
O Space and Time and stars at strife,How dreadful your infinity!Shrined by your termless trinity,How strange, how terrib — George Sterling, The Thirst of Satan: Poems of Fantasy and Terror
The pathway traced with blood and tears,and dust of all our father's dead,Whose backward footsteps, wandering, red,Fade — George Sterling, The Thirst of Satan: Poems of Fantasy and Terror
A little while, their hunger unfulfilled,The mothlike worlds flit 'round the guttering sun.("Ephemera") — George Sterling, The Thirst of Satan: Poems of Fantasy and Terror
Within its gates I heard the soundOf winds in cypress caverns caughtOf huddling tress that moaned, and soughtTo whisper — George Sterling, The Thirst of Satan: Poems of Fantasy and Terror
Where got she her sullen mouthAnd where her swaying form?Would she live on eggs and applesWhen the blood of men is warm? — George Sterling, The Thirst of Satan: Poems of Fantasy and Terror
What silence rules the ghostly hoursThat guard the close of human sleep!(“The Testimony of the Suns”) — George Sterling, The Thirst of Satan: Poems of Fantasy and Terror
Or sit they girt by laws unknownWhereto the senses serve as bars –With fire of unrecorded starsThat light a heaven not o — George Sterling, The Thirst of Satan: Poems of Fantasy and Terror