{"collection":"Classics","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/browse/cla/usappho/sph41.htm","path":"cla/usappho/sph41.htm","source_url":"https://sacred-texts.com/cla/usappho/sph41.htm","text":"\u1f1d\u03c1\u03bf\u03c3 \u03b4\u03b1\u1f56\u03c4\u1fbd \u1f72\u03c4\u03af\u03bd\u03b1\u03be\u03b5\u03bd \u1f14\u03bc\u03bf\u03b9 \u03c6\u03c1\u03ad\u03bd\u03b1\u03c3,\n \u1f04\u03bd\u03b5\u03bc\u03bf\u03c3 \u03ba\u03b1\u03c4 \u1f44\u03c1\u03bf\u03c3 \u03b4\u03c1\u03cd\u03c3\u03b9\u03bd \u1f10\u03bc\u03c0\u03ad\u03c3\u03c9\u03bd.\u00a0[transcription]\n \nNow Eros shakes my soul, a wind on the mountain overwhelming the oaks.\nNow like a mountain wind the oaks o'erwhelming,\n Eros shakes my soul.\nQuoted by Maximus Tyrius about 150 B.C. He speaks of Socrates exciting Phaedus to madness, when he speaks of love.","title":"The Poems of Sappho: 40: Now Eros shakes my soul...","type":"page"}