Would 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.
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Anand Thakur
Would 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.
SAPPHOLove, like a mountain-wind upon an oak, falling upon me, shakes me leaf and bough.
SAPPHOWhen anger spreads through the breath, guard thy tongue from barking idly.
SAPPHOIf you are squeamish Don’t prod the beach rubble.
SAPPHODeath must be an evil and the gods agree; for why else would they live for ever?
SAPPHOMere air, these words, but delicious to hear.
SAPPHODeath is an evil; the gods have so judged; had it been good, they would die.
SAPPHOThe evening star Is the most beautiful of all stars.
SAPPHOI would not think to touch the sky with two arms
SAPPHOOnce again love drives me on, that loosener of limbs, bittersweet creature against which nothing can be done.
SAPPHOAlthough only breath, words which I command are immortal.
SAPPHOWhat cannot be said will be wept.
SAPPHONo honey for me, if it comes with a bee.
SAPPHOI will let my body flow like water over the gentle cushions.
SAPPHOLove – bittersweet, irrepressible – loosens my limbs and I tremble.
SAPPHOLove is a cunning weaver of fantasies and fables.
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