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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Anand Thakur
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.
SAPPHOThere is no place for grief in a house which serves the Muse.
SAPPHODeath is an ill; ’tis thus the Gods decide: / For had death been a boon, the Gods had died.
SAPPHOWithout warning as a whirlwind swoops on an oak Love shakes my heart.
SAPPHOAll the while, believe me, I prayed our night would last twice as long.
SAPPHOWith his venom irresistible and bittersweet that loosener of limbs, Love reptile-like strikes me down
SAPPHODeath is an evil; the gods have so judged; had it been good, they would die.
SAPPHOFor some the fairest thing on the dark earth is Thermopylae, And the Spartan phalanx lowering lances to die.
SAPPHODancing up the full moon Round some fair new altar Trample the soft blossoms of fine grass.
SAPPHOFrom all the offspring of the earth and heaven love is the most precious.
SAPPHONo honey for me, if it comes with a bee.
SAPPHOExperience shows us Wealth unchaperoned by Virtue is never an innocuous neighbor.
SAPPHOEros harrows my heart: wild gales sweeping desolate mountains, uprooting oaks.
SAPPHORaise high the roof-beam, carpenters. Like Ares comes the bridegroom, taller far than a tall man.
SAPPHOAlthough only breath, words which I command are immortal.
SAPPHOLove – bittersweet, irrepressible – loosens my limbs and I tremble.
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