Sappho and Her Influence, Volume 2

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Marshall Jones Company, 1924 - Comparative literature - 272 pages

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Page 75 - And lovely notes, from shore to shore, Across the sounds and channels pour — Oh! then a longing like despair Is to their farthest caverns sent; For surely once, they feel, we were Parts of a single continent!
Page 163 - Je le vis, je rougis, je pÔlis Ó sa vue; Un trouble s'Úleva dans mon Ôme Úperdue; Mes yeux ne voyaient plus, je ne pouvais parler; Je sentis tout mon corps et transir et brűler.
Page 210 - 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...
Page 197 - Dip in the rainbow, trick her off in air, Choose a firm cloud before it fall, and in it Catch, ere she change, the Cynthia of this minute. 20 Rufa, whose eye quick-glancing o'er the park Attracts each light gay meteor of a spark, Agrees as ill with Rufa studying Locke, As Sappho's diamonds with her dirty smock, Or Sappho at her toilet's greasy task, With Sappho fragrant at an evening mask: So morning insects, that in muck begun, Shine, buzz, and fly-blow in the setting sun.
Page 221 - O'er Sappho's memory-haunted billow, But where the glistening night-dews weep On nameless sorrow's churchyard pillow. O hearts that break and give no sign, Save whitening lip and fading tresses, Till Death pours out his...
Page 4 - Of all the poets of the world, of all the illustrious artists of all literatures, Sappho is the one whose every word has a peculiar and unmistakable perfume, a seal of absolute perfection and inimitable grace.
Page 210 - This is her song of life. / loved thee, — hark, one tenderer note than all — Atthis, of old time, once — one low long fall, Sighing — one long low lovely loveless call, Dying — one pause in song so flamelike fast — Atthis, long since in old time overpast — One soft first pause and last.
Page 255 - In the broad herded meadows full of sun. And we would often at the fall of dusk Wander together by the silver stream, When the soft grass-heads were all wet with dew And purple-misted in the fading light. And joy I knew and sorrow at thy voice, And the superb magnificence of love, — The loneliness that saddens solitude, And the sweet speech that makes it durable, — The bitter longing and the keen desire...
Page 214 - Ah the singing, ah the delight, the passion! All the Loves wept, listening; sick with anguish, Stood the crowned nine Muses about Apollo; Fear was upon them, While the tenth sang wonderful things they knew not. Ah the tenth, the Lesbian! the nine were silent, None endured the sound of her song for weeping; Laurel by laurel, Faded all their crowns; but about her forehead, Round her woven tresses and ashen temples White as dead snow, paler than grass in summer, Ravaged with kisses, Shown a light of...

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