6Walter Peter, Marius the Epicurean, (1855): (Diana) It was as a Deity of Slaughter--the Taurian goddess who demands the sacrifice of the shipwrecked sailors thrown on her coasts--the cruel, moonstruck huntress, who brings not only sudden death, but rabies, among the wild creatures …….
71870: Carmilla, Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu 1877: Dracula, Bram Stoker
9Rudyard Kipling ,The Vampire, A fool there was and he made his prayer (Even as you and I!) To a rag and a bone and a hank of hair (We called her the woman who did not care), But the fool he called her his lady fair (Even as you and I!)(Even as you and I!)And it isn't the shame and it isn't the blame That stings like a white hot brand.It's coming to know that she never knew why (Seeing at last she could never know why) And never could understand.Oh the years we waste and the tears we waste And the work of our head and hand, Belong to the woman who did not know (And now we know that she never could know) And did not understand.A fool there was and his goods he spent (Even as you and I!) Honor and faith and a sure intent But a fool must follow his natural bent (And it wasn't the least what the lady meant), (Even as you and I!)Oh the toil we lost and the spoil we lost And the excellent things we planned, Belong to the woman who didn't know why (And now we know she never knew why) And did not understand.The fool we stripped to his foolish hide (Even as you and I!) Which she might have seen when she threw him aside(But it isn't on record the lady tried)So some of him lived but the most of him died—
10MOREAU, GUSTAVE (1826-1898) Salomé Dancing before Herod
11Arthur Symons, The Dance of the Daughters of Herodias, 1897 …They dance, the daughters of Herodias, With their eternal, white, unfaltering feet, And always, when they dance, for their delight,Always a man's head falls because of them.
13Oscar Wilde, Salomè, 1892I am athirst for thy beauty; I am hungry for thy body; and neither wine nor apples can appease my desire. What shall I do now, Iokanaan? Neither the floods nor the great waters can quench my passion. I was a princess, and thou didst scorn me. I was a virgin, and thou didst take my virginity from me. I was chaste, and thou didst fill my veins with fire Ah! ah! wherefore didst thou not look at me? If thou hadst looked at me thou hadst loved me. Well I know that thou wouldst have loved me, and the mystery of Love is greater than the mystery of Death.
14Oscar Wilde, The Sphinix, 1874 Thomas Hardy, Jude the Obscure, Arabella, 1896Baudelaire, “Hymne à la Beauté”, 1857G. D’Annunzio, Poema Paradisiaco,Pamphila, 1893