Mere air, these words, but delicious to hear.
SAPPHOHe who is fair to look upon is good, and he who is good will soon be fair also.
More Sappho Quotes
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If you are squeamish Don’t prod the beach rubble.
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Once again love drives me on, that loosener of limbs, bittersweet creature against which nothing can be done.
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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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For some the fairest thing on the dark earth is Thermopylae, And the Spartan phalanx lowering lances to die.
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The evening star Is the most beautiful of all stars.
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When anger spreads through the breath, guard thy tongue from barking idly.
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Beauty endures only for as long as it can be seen; goodness, beautiful today, will remain so tomorrow.
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Death is an evil; the gods have so judged; had it been good, they would die.
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May I write words more naked than flesh, stronger than bone, more resilient than sinew, sensitive than nerve.
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There is no place for grief in a house which serves the Muse.
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The Moon and Pleiades have set, Midnight is nigh, The time is passing, passing, yet Alone I lie.
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From all the offspring of the earth and heaven love is the most precious.
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Love – bittersweet, irrepressible – loosens my limbs and I tremble.
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Love is a cunning weaver of fantasies and fables.
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All the while, believe me, I prayed our night would last twice as long.
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Dancing up the full moon Round some fair new altar Trample the soft blossoms of fine grass.
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The moon has set, and the Pleiades; it is midnight, and time passes, and I sleep alone.
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Although only breath, words which I command are immortal.
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I took my lyre and said: come now, my heavenly tortoise shell: become a speaking instrument.
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The moon is setand the Pleiades; Middle ofthe night, time passes by,I lie alone.
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Someone, I tell you, in another time will remember us.
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Love shook my heart/ Like the wind on the mountain/ Troubling the oak-trees.
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Some say an army of horsemen, or infantry, A fleet of ships is the fairest thing On the face of the black earth, but I say It’s what one loves.
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Eros harrows my heart: wild gales sweeping desolate mountains, uprooting oaks.
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What cannot be said will be wept.
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Raise high the roof-beam, carpenters. Like Ares comes the bridegroom, taller far than a tall man.
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