Sappho: Memoir, Text, Selected Renderings and a Literal Translation

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Brentano's, 1920 - 177 pages
 

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Page 106 - Hesperus ! thou bringest all good things Home to the weary, to the hungry cheer, To the young bird the parent's brooding wings, The welcome stall to the...
Page 20 - ... that they saw her fall into the sea, from whence she never rose again ; though there were others who affirmed, that she never came to the bottom of her leap, but that she was changed into a swan as she fell, and that they saw her hovering in the air under that shape. But whether or no the whiteness and fluttering of her garments might not deceive those who looked upon her, or whether she might not really be metamorphosed into that musical and melancholy bird, is still a doubt among the Lesbians.
Page 60 - O'er my dim eyes a darkness hung ; My ears with hollow murmurs rung. In dewy damps my limbs were chill'd ; My blood with gentle horrors thrill'd ; My feeble pulse forgot to play ; I fainted, sunk, and died away.
Page 50 - What gentle youth I would allure, Whom in my artful toils secure ? Who does thy tender heart subdue, Tell me, my Sappho, tell me who...
Page 49 - Thou once didst leave almighty Jove, And all the golden roofs above : The car thy wanton sparrows drew, Hovering in air they lightly flew ; As to my bower they wing'd their way, 1 saw their quivering pinions play.
Page 91 - Thee too the years shall cover ; thou shalt be As the rose born of one same blood with thee, As a song sung, as a word said, and fall Flower-wise, and be not any more at all, Nor any memory of thee anywhere ; For never Muse has bound above thine hair The high Pierian flower whose graft outgrows All summer kinship of the mortal rose And colour of deciduous days, nor shed Reflex and flush of heaven about thine head.
Page 61 - Peer of Gods he seemeth to me, the blissful Man who sits and gazes at thee before him, Close beside thee sits, and in silence hears thee Silverly speaking, Laughing love's low laughter. Oh this, this only Stirs the troubled heart in my breast to tremble! For should I but see thee a little moment, Straight is my voice hushed...
Page 49 - O Venus, beauty of the skies, To whom a thousand temples rise, Gaily false in gentle smiles, Full of love-perplexing wiles: O goddess! from my heart remove The wasting cares and pains of love.
Page 105 - LIKE the sweet apple which reddens upon the topmost bough, % A-top on the topmost twig, which the pluckers forgot, somehow, Forgot it not, nay, but got it not, for none could get it till now.
Page 59 - Him rival to the gods I place, Him loftier yet, if loftier be, Who, Lesbia, sits before thy face, Who listens and who looks on thee ; Thee smiling soft. Yet this delight Doth all my sense consign to death ; For when thou dawnest on my sight, Ah, wretched ! flits my laboring breath. My tongue is palsied. Subtly hid, Fire creeps me through from limb to limb ; My loud ears tingle all unbid ; Twin clouds of night mine eyes bedim.

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