Love is a cunning weaver of fantasies and fables.
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Anand Thakur
Love is a cunning weaver of fantasies and fables.
SAPPHOFor some the fairest thing on the dark earth is Thermopylae, And the Spartan phalanx lowering lances to die.
SAPPHOWithout warning as a whirlwind swoops on an oak Love shakes my heart.
SAPPHONow the Earth with many flowers puts on her spring embroidery.
SAPPHODancing up the full moon Round some fair new altar Trample the soft blossoms of fine grass.
SAPPHOOnce again love drives me on, that loosener of limbs, bittersweet creature against which nothing can be done.
SAPPHOWhen anger spreads through the breath, guard thy tongue from barking idly.
SAPPHOYou may forget but let me tell you this: someone in some future time will think of us.
SAPPHOExperience shows us Wealth unchaperoned by Virtue is never an innocuous neighbor.
SAPPHOBuilders, raise the ceiling high, Raise the dome into the sky, Hear the wedding song! For the happy groom is near, Tall as Mars, and statelier, Hear the wedding song!
SAPPHOWould Jove appoint some flower to reign, in matchless beauty on the plain, the Rose (mankind will all agree). The Rose the queen of flowers should be.
SAPPHOHesperus bringing together All that the morning star scattered.
SAPPHODeath is an ill; ’tis thus the Gods decide: / For had death been a boon, the Gods had died.
SAPPHOFrom all the offspring of the earth and heaven love is the most precious.
SAPPHOWith his venom irresistible and bittersweet that loosener of limbs, Love reptile-like strikes me down
SAPPHOLove, like a mountain-wind upon an oak, falling upon me, shakes me leaf and bough.
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