The Poems of Sappho Index
- ―The Poems of Sappho Index
- ―The Poems of Sappho: Title Page
- ―The Poems of Sappho: Introduction
- ―The Poems of Sappho: 1: Hymn to Aphrodite
- ―2: That one seems to me the equal of the gods...
- ―3: Some say that the fairest thing upon the dark earth is a host of horsemen...
- ―4: The stars about the full moon...
- ―5: And by the cool stream the breeze murmurs...
- ―6: Come, goddess of Cyprus...
- ―7: If thee, Cyprus or Paphos or Panormos...
- ―8: But for thee I will bring to the altar...
- ―9: May I win this prize...
- ―The Poems of Sappho: 99: Do I still long for maidenhood?
- ―100: The bride comes rejoicing...
- ―101: To what may I liken thee, dear bridegroom?...
- ―102: Hail bride...
- ―103: For, like her, O bridegroom, there was no other maiden.
- ―104: Maidenhood, maidenhood, whither art thou gone from me?...
- ―105: To himself he seems...
- ―The Poems of Sappho: 106: ...much whiter than an egg
- ―The Poems of Sappho: 107: Neither honey nor bee for me.
- ―The Poems of Sappho: 108: Stir not the pebbles.
- ―10: Who made me gifts...
- ―The Poems of Sappho: 109: Thou burnest us.
- ―The Poems of Sappho: 110: A napkin dripping.
- ―The Poems of Sappho: 111: Him she called her son.
- ―112: Maidens, although I am dumb, yet thus I speak...
- ―113: This is the dust of Timas...
- ―114: A most tender maiden gathering flowers.
- ―115: Than the lyre, far sweeter in tone, than gold, more golden.
- ―The Poems of Sappho: 116: fragment: fiction weaving
- ―117: the brightness...not destroying the sight
- ―118: With rosy cheeks...
- ―11: This will I now sing...
- ―The Poems of Sappho: 119: Pausanias on Sappho
- ―The Poems of Sappho: 120: Himerius on Sappho
- ―The Poems of Sappho: 121: Persuasion
- ―The Poems of Sappho: 122: Athenaeus on Sappho
- ―The Poems of Sappho: Additional Fragments
- ―12: For thee to whom I do good...
- ―The Poems of Sappho: 13: But that which one desires I
- ―14: To you, fair maidens...
- ―The Poems of Sappho: 15: And this I feel myself.
- ―16: But the spirit within them turned chill...
- ―17: From my distress...
- ―The Poems of Sappho: 18: Just now the golden-sandalled Dawn
- ―19: A broidered strap...
- ―The Poems of Sappho: 20: Shot with innumerable hues.
- ―The Poems of Sappho: 21: Thou forgettest me.
- ―22: Or lovest another...
- ―The Poems of Sappho: 23: You are nought to me.
- ―The Poems of Sappho: 24: I yearn and I seek.
- ―25: When anger spreads...
- ―26: Hadst thou wished for things good or noble...
- ―The Poems of Sappho: 27: Face me, my dear one
- ―28: And golden pulse grew along the shores.
- ―29: Lato and Niobe were most dear friends.
- ―30: I think men will remember us even hereafter.
- ―31: I loved thee Atthis...
- ―32: To me thou didst seem a small and ungraceful child.
- ―Foolish woman...
- ―34: I know not what to do...
- ―35: With my two arms...
- ―36: So, like a child after its mother, I flutter.
- ―37: The messager of spring, the sweet voiced nighingale.
- ―38: Now Love, the ineluctable...
- ―39: But to thee, Athis...
- ―40: Now Eros shakes my soul...
- ―41: When all night long sleep holds them.
- ―The Poems of Sappho: 42: Come, O divine shell
- ―43: And delicately woven garlands round tender neck.
- ―The Poems of Sappho: 44: More fond of children than Gello.
- ―The Poems of Sappho: 45: Very weary of Gorgo.
- ―46: But upon a soft cushion I dispose my limbs
- ―47: And there the bowl of ambrosia was mixed
- ―48: The moon has set...
- ―49: The moon rose full...
- ―50: Thus sometimes, the Cretan women, tender footed...
- ―51: Then lightly, in an enfolding garment I sprang.
- ―52: They say that Leda...
- ―53: And dark-eyed Sleep, child of Night.
- ―54: The handmaiden of Aphrodite, shining like gold.
- ―The Poems of Sappho: 55: Andromeda has a fair reward.
- ―56: Sappho, why [celebrate or worship] most happy Aphrodite?
- ―57: Come now gentle Graces, and fair-haired Muses.
- ―The Poems of Sappho: 58: A sweet-voiced maiden.
- ―59: Gentle Adonis is dying, O Cythera, what shall we do?...
- ―The Poems of Sappho: 60: O for Adonis.
- ―61: Coming from heaven...
- ―62: Come rosy-armed Graces, virgin daughters of Zeus.
- ―63: But Ares said he would forcibly drag Hephaestus.
- ―64: Innumerable drinking cups thou drainest.
- ―65: But thou shalt ever lie dead...
- ―66: No maiden, I think, more wise than thou...
- ―67: What rustic girl bewitches thee...
- ―68: Hero of Gyara, that swift runner, I taught.
- ―69: I am not of a malign nature...
- ―The Poems of Sappho: 70: Then sweet maidens wove garlands.
- ―The Poems of Sappho: 71: Thou and my servant, Eros.
- ―72: For if thou lovest us...
- ―73: More shapely is Mnasidica, than gentle Gyrinno.
- ―74: One more scornful than thee, O Eranna, I have never found.
- ―75: Do thou, O Dica, set garlands upon thy lovely hair...
- ―76: I love refinement...
- ―The Poems of Sappho: 77: And down I set the cushion.
- ―78: Wealth without thee...
- ―The Poems of Sappho: 79: And thou thyself, Calliope.
- ―80: Sleep thou, in the bosom of thy sweetheart.
- ―81: Hither now, ye Muses...
- ―82: I have a fair daughter...
- ―83: From all joy to me...
- ―84: In my dream, I spoke to the Cyprian goddess.
- ―85: Why lovely swallow...
- ―86: She wrapped herself well in gossamer garments.
- ―87: My sweet mother! Fair Aphrodite's spell...
- ―88: Raise high the roof beams, Workmen!...
- ―89: Towering like the singer of Lesbos among men of other lands.
- ―90: As the sweet apple blushes on the end of the bough...
- ―91: O'er the hills the heedless shepherd,...
- ―92: Hail, gentle Evening, that bringst back...
- ―The Poems of Sappho: 93: Ever shall I be a maid.
- ―The Poems of Sappho: 94: We will give, says the father.
- ―95: To the door-keeper, feet seven fathoms long...
- ―96: Happy bridegroom!...
- ―97: And a sweet expression spreads over her fair face.
- ―98: He who is fair to look upon is good...
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