Maidens, like moths, are ever caught by glare, And Mammon wins his way where seraphs might despair.


Childe Harold's Pilgrimage, I, st. 9


Maidens, like moths, are ever caught by glare, And Mammon wins his way where seraphs might despair.

Maidens, like moths, are ever caught by glare, And Mammon wins his way where seraphs might despair.

Maidens, like moths, are ever caught by glare, And Mammon wins his way where seraphs might despair.

Maidens, like moths, are ever caught by glare, And Mammon wins his way where seraphs might despair.