Do not all charms fly
At the mere touch of cold philosophy?
There was an awful rainbow once in heaven:
We know her woof, her texture; she is given
In the dull catalogue of common things.
Philosophy will clip an Angel’s wings,
Conquer all mysteries by rule and line,
Empty the haunted air, and gnomed mine—
Unweave a rainbow, as it erewhile made
The tender-person’d Lamia melt into a shade.




The destruction of a snake-woman (sensuous enjoyment) by the cold stare of Apollonius, a philosopher, and the subsequent death of the Lamia's lover. Herewith the bbc production from 2010 – 


(Again, site rules ban me from including some useful pdfs in the upload - in future all my uploads will be under ebooks)