You may forget but let me tell you this: someone in some future time will think of us.
SAPPHODeath is an evil; the gods have so judged; had it been good, they would die.
More Sappho Quotes
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He who is fair to look upon is good, and he who is good will soon be fair also.
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Stand and face me, my love,and scatter the grace in your eyes.
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All the while, believe me, I prayed our night would last twice as long.
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Experience shows us Wealth unchaperoned by Virtue is never an innocuous neighbor.
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The moon has set In a bank of jet That fringes the Western sky, The pleiads seven Have sunk from heaven And the midnight hurries by; My hopes are flown And, alas! alone On my weary couch I lie.
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Eros harrows my heart: wild gales sweeping desolate mountains, uprooting oaks.
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With his venom irresistible and bittersweet that loosener of limbs, Love reptile-like strikes me down
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When anger spreads through the breath, guard thy tongue from barking idly.
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Someone, I tell you, in another time will remember us.
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If you are squeamish Don’t prod the beach rubble.
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Love is a cunning weaver of fantasies and fables.
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Whatever one loves most is beautiful.
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Hesperus bringing together All that the morning star scattered.
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What cannot be said will be wept.
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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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Mere air, these words, but delicious to hear.
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Death is an evil; the gods have so judged; had it been good, they would die.
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In gold sandals / dawn like a thief / fell upon me.
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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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I will let my body flow like water over the gentle cushions.
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There is no place for grief in a house which serves the Muse.
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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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I do not know what to do, my mind’s in two.
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Love, like a mountain-wind upon an oak, falling upon me, shakes me leaf and bough.
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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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Once again love drives me on, that loosener of limbs, bittersweet creature against which nothing can be done.
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