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Portrait of Bliss Carman Bliss Carman Sappho: One Hundred Lyrics

These we know to have been jewels of a radiance so imperishable that the broken gleams of them still dazzle men’s eyes, whether shining from the two small brilliants and the handful of star-dust which alone remain to us, or reflected merely from the adoration of those poets of old time who were so fortunate as to witness their full glory.
For about two thousand five hundred years Sappho has held her place as not only the supreme poet of her sex, but the chief lyrist of all lyrists. Every one who reads acknowledges her fame, concedes her supremacy
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Portrait of Bliss Carman Bliss Carman Sappho: One Hundred Lyrics

Here Sappho was the acknowledged queen of song—revered, studied, imitated, served, adored by a little court of attendants and disciples, loved and hymned by Alcæus, and acclaimed by her fellowcraftsmen throughout Greece as the wonder of her age. That all the tributes of her contemporaries show reverence not less for her personality than for her genius is sufficient answer to the calumnies with which the ribald jesters of that later period, the corrupt and shameless writers of Athenian comedy, strove to defile her fame.
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Portrait of Bliss Carman Bliss Carman Sappho: One Hundred Lyrics

When we shall be dust of perished summers, 30
Any man could say who found that likeness,
Smiling gently on it, “This was Gorgo!”
LXXXVI Love is so strong a thing,
The very gods must yield,
When it is welded fast
With the unflinching truth.
Love is so frail a thing, 5
A word, a look, will kill.
Oh lovers, have a care
How ye do deal with love.
LXXXVII Hadst thou, with all thy loveliness, been true,
Had I, with all my tenderness, been strong,
We had not made this ruin out of life,
This desolation in a world of joy,
My poor Gorgo. 5
Yet even the high gods at times do err
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