... the lips of Proserpine, And sung the Galilaean's requiem, That wounded forehead dashed with blood and wine He hath discrowned, the Ancient Gods in him Have found their last, most ardent worshipper, And the new Sign grows grey and ... — Poems • Oscar Wilde
... "O Galilaean, Thou hast conquered," were the words that came to her when the crucial test had been passed, and she had parted ... — Herb of Grace • Rosa Nouchette Carey