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  1. Additional Fragments
  2. 122: Athenaeus on Sappho
  3. 121: Persuasion
  4. 120: Himerius on Sappho
  5. 119: Pausanias on Sappho
  6. 118: With rosy cheeks...
  7. 117: the brightness...not destroying the sight
  8. 116: fragment: fiction weaving
  9. 115: Than the lyre, far sweeter in tone, than gold, more golden.
  10. 114: A most tender maiden gathering flowers.
  11. 113: This is the dust of Timas...
  12. 112: Maidens, although I am dumb, yet thus I speak...
  13. 111: Him she called her son.
  14. 110: A napkin dripping.
  15. 109: Thou burnest us.
  16. 108: Stir not the pebbles.
  17. 107: Neither honey nor bee for me.
  18. 106: ...much whiter than an egg
  19. 105: To himself he seems...
  20. 104: Maidenhood, maidenhood, whither art thou gone from me?...
  21. 103: For, like her, O bridegroom, there was no other maiden.
  22. 102: Hail bride...
  23. 101: To what may I liken thee, dear bridegroom?...
  24. 100: The bride comes rejoicing...
  25. 99: Do I still long for maidenhood?
  26. 98: He who is fair to look upon is good...
  27. 97: And a sweet expression spreads over her fair face.
  28. 96: Happy bridegroom!...
  29. 95: To the door-keeper, feet seven fathoms long...
  30. 94: We will give, says the father.
  31. 93: Ever shall I be a maid.
  32. 92: Hail, gentle Evening, that bringst back...
  33. 91: O'er the hills the heedless shepherd,...
  34. 90: As the sweet apple blushes on the end of the bough...
  35. 89: Towering like the singer of Lesbos among men of other lands.
  36. 88: Raise high the roof beams, Workmen!...
  37. 87: My sweet mother! Fair Aphrodite's spell...
  38. 86: She wrapped herself well in gossamer garments.
  39. 85: Why lovely swallow...
  40. 84: In my dream, I spoke to the Cyprian goddess.
  41. 83: From all joy to me...
  42. 82: I have a fair daughter...
  43. 81: Hither now, ye Muses...
  44. 80: Sleep thou, in the bosom of thy sweetheart.
  45. 79: And thou thyself, Calliope.
  46. 78: Wealth without thee...
  47. 77: And down I set the cushion.
  48. 76: I love refinement...
  49. 75: Do thou, O Dica, set garlands upon thy lovely hair...
  50. 74: One more scornful than thee, O Eranna, I have never found.
  51. 73: More shapely is Mnasidica, than gentle Gyrinno.
  52. 72: For if thou lovest us...
  53. 71: Thou and my servant, Eros.
  54. 70: Then sweet maidens wove garlands.
  55. 69: I am not of a malign nature...
  56. 68: Hero of Gyara, that swift runner, I taught.
  57. 67: What rustic girl bewitches thee...
  58. 66: No maiden, I think, more wise than thou...
  59. 65: But thou shalt ever lie dead...
  60. 64: Innumerable drinking cups thou drainest.
  61. 63: But Ares said he would forcibly drag Hephaestus.
  62. 62: Come rosy-armed Graces, virgin daughters of Zeus.
  63. 61: Coming from heaven...
  64. 60: O for Adonis.
  65. 59: Gentle Adonis is dying, O Cythera, what shall we do?...
  66. 58: A sweet-voiced maiden.
  67. 57: Come now gentle Graces, and fair-haired Muses.
  68. 56: Sappho, why [celebrate or worship] most happy Aphrodite?
  69. 55: Andromeda has a fair reward.
  70. 54: The handmaiden of Aphrodite, shining like gold.
  71. 53: And dark-eyed Sleep, child of Night.
  72. 52: They say that Leda...
  73. 51: Then lightly, in an enfolding garment I sprang.
  74. 50: Thus sometimes, the Cretan women, tender footed...
  75. 49: The moon rose full...
  76. 48: The moon has set...
  77. 47: And there the bowl of ambrosia was mixed
  78. 46: But upon a soft cushion I dispose my limbs
  79. 45: Very weary of Gorgo.
  80. 44: More fond of children than Gello.
  81. 43: And delicately woven garlands round tender neck.
  82. 42: Come, O divine shell
  83. 41: When all night long sleep holds them.
  84. 40: Now Eros shakes my soul...
  85. 39: But to thee, Athis...
  86. 38: Now Love, the ineluctable...
  87. 37: The messager of spring, the sweet voiced nighingale.
  88. 36: So, like a child after its mother, I flutter.
  89. 35: With my two arms...
  90. 34: I know not what to do...
  91. 32: To me thou didst seem a small and ungraceful child
  92. 31: I loved thee Atthis...
  93. 30: I think men will remember us even hereafter.
  94. 29: Lato and Niobe were most dear friends.
  95. 28: And golden pulse grew along the shores.
  96. 27: Face me, my dear one
  97. 26: Hadst thou wished for things good or noble...
  98. 25: When anger spreads...
  99. 24: I yearn and I seek.
  100. 23: You are nought to me.
  101. 22: Or lovest another...
  102. 21: Thou forgettest me.
  103. 20: Shot with innumerable hues.
  104. 19: A broidered strap...
  105. 18: Just now the golden-sandalled Dawn
  106. 17: From my distress...
  107. 16: But the spirit within them turned chill...
  108. 15: And this I feel myself.
  109. 14: To you, fair maidens...
  110. 13: But that which one desires I
  111. 12: For thee to whom I do good...
  112. 11: This will I now sing...
  113. 10: Who made me gifts...
  114. 9: May I win this prize...
  115. 8: But for thee I will bring to the altar...
  116. 7: If thee, Cyprus or Paphos or Panormos...
  117. 6: Come, goddess of Cyprus...
  118. 5: And by the cool stream the breeze murmurs...
  119. 4: The stars about the full moon...
  120. 3: Some say that the fairest thing upon the dark earth is a host of horsemen...
  121. 2: That one seems to me the equal of the gods...
  122. 1: Hymn to Aphrodite
  123. Introduction
  124. Title Page