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Adramyttium Anactoria ancient Asia Minor Asiatic Assos Athens Atthis Bceotia birth-place of Sappho born bough Byron and Tennyson called Catullus century B.C. character choric dance cithara city of Mytilene civilisation Coleridge corn and wine culture Dorians Eolian cities Ephesus Epithalamia Erinna erotic Euripus fame favour fragments Gatelusio golden greatest of lyric Greece Greek harbour height and perfection Hellas Hellenic race home at Eresos Homer hopes and fears human spirit Hymenaeus ideal love Iero Iliad inlets inmost insular intellectual eminence Ionians island of Lesbos isle Kaloni Kleis Lesbian lofty lyric poetry lyrical expression marble melic poetry ment metre migration Mnasidica mountains Muses nature once Oriental influences perfect lyric poet Poetess political restraint rhythmic rival Sappho and Alcaeus Sappho's song says shepherds Sicily sing sister Smyrna splendour Strabo subtle sweetness tells tender Terpander thought Thracian Thucydides translation Troad verse voluptuousness Welcker women of Lesbos words youth
Page 74 - Yea, they shall say, earth's womb has borne in vain New things, and never this best thing again; Borne days and men, borne fruits and wars and wine, Seasons and songs, but no song more like mine. And they shall know me as ye who have known me here...
Page 45 - Miletus, Eunica from Salamis, Gongyla from Colophon, and others from Pamphylia and the isle of Telos. Erinna and Damophyla study together the complex Sapphic metres ; Atthis learns how to strike the harp with the plectron, Sappho's invention ; Mnasidica embroiders a sacred robe for the temple. The teacher meanwhile corrects the measures of one, the notes of another, the stitches of a third, then summons all from their work to rehearse together some sacred chorus or temple ritual ; then stops to read...
Page 9 - The voluptuousness of ^Eolian poetry is not like that of Persian or Arabian art. It is Greek in its self-restraint, proportion, tact. We find nothing burdensome in its sweetness. All is so rhythmically and sublimely ordered in the poems of Sappho that supreme art lends solemnity and grandeur to the expression of unmitigated passion.
Page 35 - ... same time, the effect was heightened by appropriate vocal and instrumental music, and often by the movements and figures of the dance. In this union of the sister arts, poetry was indeed predominant; and music and dancing were only employed to enforce and elevate the conceptions of the higher art. Yet music, in its turn, exercised a reciprocal influence on poetry ; so that, as it became more cultivated, the choice of the musical measure decided the tone of the whole poem.
Page 42 - Lesbos ;' the Dorians, as well at Sparta as in the south of Italy, were almost the only nation who esteemed the higher attributes of the female mind as capable of cultivation.
Page 72 - I am weary of all thy words and soft strange ways, Of all love's fiery nights and all his days, And all the broken kisses salt as brine That shuddering lips make moist with waterish wine, And eyes the bluer for all those hidden hours That pleasure fills with tears and feeds from flowers...
Page 47 - Hadst thou felt desire for things good or noble, and had not thy tongue framed some evil speech, shame had not filled thine eyes, but thou hadst spoken honestly about it.
Page 66 - As the sweet-apple blushes on the end of the bough, the very end of the bough, which the gatherers overlooked, nay overlooked not but could not reach.
Page 11 - Seven sacred tripods, whose unsullied frame Yet knows no office, nor has felt the. flame; Twelve steeds unmatch'd in fleetness and in force, And still victorious in the dusty course ; (Rich were the man, whose ample stores exceed The prizes purchas'd by their winged speed) Seven lovely captives of the Lesbian line, Skill'd in each art, unmatch'd in form divine, The same he chose for more than vulgar charms, When Lesbos sunk beneath thy conquering arms.
Page 18 - Ye desolate isles, poor morsels of the earth, girdled by the waves of the sounding Aegean, ye have all become as Siphnos or parched Pholegandros, ye have lost your brightness that was of old. Verily ye are all ensampled of Delos, — of her who was once fair with marble, but was first to see the day of solitude2.