Stars veil their beauty soon / Beside the glorious moon, / When her full silver light / Doth make the whole earth bright. — Sappho Copy Share Image
“Some say thronging cavalry, some say foot soldiers, others call a fleet the most beautiful of sights the dark earth offers, but… — Sappho Copy Share Image
“The gleaming stars all about the shining moon Hide their bright faces, when full-orbed and splendid In the sky she floats, flooding… — Sappho Copy Share Image
“Some say an army of horsemen, some of footsoldiers, some of ships, is the fairest thing on the black earth, but I… — Sappho Copy Share Image
“What creature is it that is female in nature and hides in its womb unborn children who, although they are voiceless, speak… — Sappho Copy Share Image
Some say an army of horsemen, or infantry, A fleet of ships is the fairest thing On the face of the black… — Sappho Copy Share Image
“At noontime When the earth is bright with flaming heat falling straight down the cricket sets up a high-pitched singing in his… — Sappho Copy Share Image
For some the fairest thing on the dark earth is Thermopylae, And the Spartan phalanx lowering lances to die. — Sappho Copy Share Image
“Some call ships, infantry or horsemen The greatest beauty earth can offer; I say it is whatever a person Most lusts after.… — Sappho Copy Share Image
“]Sardis often turning her thoughts here ] you like a goddess and in your song most of all she rejoiced. But now she is… — Sappho Copy Share Image
“But thou shalt ever lie dead nor shall there be any remembrance of thee then or ever, for thou hast none of the roses… — Sappho Copy Share Image
Raise high the roof beam, carpenters. Like Ares comes the bridegroom, taller far than a tall man. — Sappho Copy Share Image
Death is an ill; 'tis thus the Gods decide: / For had death been a boon, the Gods had died. — Sappho Copy Share Image
Love shook my heart/ Like the wind on the mountain/ Troubling the oak-trees — Sappho Copy Share Image
Dancing up the full moon Round some fair new altar Trample the soft blossoms of fine grass. — Sappho Copy Share Image
“Blest as the immortal gods is he, The youth who fondly sits by thee, And hears and sees thee, all the while, Softly speaks… — Sappho Copy Share Image
You may forget but let me tell you this: someone in some future time will think of us — Sappho Copy Share Image
“I can reveal to you that I wished to die - For with much weeping she left me Saying: "Sappho - what suffering is… — Sappho Copy Share Image
“yet if you had a desire for good or beautiful things and your tongue were not concocting some evil to say shame would not… — Sappho Copy Share Image
