Builders, 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!
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Anand Thakur
Builders, 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.
SAPPHOStand and face me, my love,and scatter the grace in your eyes.
SAPPHODeath is an ill; ’tis thus the Gods decide: / For had death been a boon, the Gods had died.
SAPPHOOnce again love drives me on, that loosener of limbs, bittersweet creature against which nothing can be done.
SAPPHOLove, like a mountain-wind upon an oak, falling upon me, shakes me leaf and bough.
SAPPHOYou may forget but let me tell you this: someone in some future time will think of us.
SAPPHONow the Earth with many flowers puts on her spring embroidery.
SAPPHOHe who is fair to look upon is good, and he who is good will soon be fair also.
SAPPHOAll the while, believe me, I prayed our night would last twice as long.
SAPPHOSome 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.
SAPPHOWith his venom irresistible and bittersweet that loosener of limbs, Love reptile-like strikes me down
SAPPHOLove – bittersweet, irrepressible – loosens my limbs and I tremble.
SAPPHOLove is a cunning weaver of fantasies and fables.
SAPPHOThere is no place for grief in a house which serves the Muse.
SAPPHOI would not think to touch the sky with two arms
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