Sappho

]sing to us

— Sappho

Would 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.

— Sappho

gathering flowers so very delicate a girl

— Sappho

their heart grew cold

— Sappho

Eros the melter of limbs (now again) stirs me -

— Sappho

neither for me honey nor the honey bee

— Sappho

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— Sappho

In fact she herself once blamed me

— Sappho

Eros, again now, the loosener of limbs troubles me,

— Sappho