I took my lyre and said: come now, my heavenly tortoise shell: become a speaking instrument.
SAPPHODeath is an ill; ’tis thus the Gods decide: / For had death been a boon, the Gods had died.
More Sappho Quotes
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There is no place for grief in a house which serves the Muse.
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Love – bittersweet, irrepressible – loosens my limbs and I tremble.
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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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He who is fair to look upon is good, and he who is good will soon be fair also.
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Death is an ill; ’tis thus the Gods decide: / For had death been a boon, the Gods had died.
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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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In gold sandals / dawn like a thief / fell upon me.
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Love, like a mountain-wind upon an oak, falling upon me, shakes me leaf and bough.
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Now the Earth with many flowers puts on her spring embroidery.
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Without warning as a whirlwind swoops on an oak Love shakes my heart.
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No honey for me, if it comes with a bee.
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Eros seizes and shakes my very soul like the wind on the mountain shaking ancient oaks.
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Hesperus bringing together All that the morning star scattered.
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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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Stand and face me, my love,and scatter the grace in your eyes.
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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 do not know what to do, my mind’s in two.
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What cannot be said will be wept.
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Love is a cunning weaver of fantasies and fables.
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If you are squeamish Don’t prod the beach rubble.
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Mere air, these words, but delicious to hear.
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Death must be an evil and the gods agree; for why else would they live for ever?
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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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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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How love the limb-loosener sweeps me away.
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