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Sappho (search for this): chapter 46
Translations. Sappho's ode to Aphrodite. poikilo/qrona, a)qa/nata *)afrodi/ta.Sappho. Beautiful-throned, immortal Aphrodite! Daughter of Zeus, beguiler! I implore thee Weigh me not down with weariness and anguish, O thou most holy! Come to me now! if ever thou in kindness Hearkenedst my words,--and often hast thou hSappho. Beautiful-throned, immortal Aphrodite! Daughter of Zeus, beguiler! I implore thee Weigh me not down with weariness and anguish, O thou most holy! Come to me now! if ever thou in kindness Hearkenedst my words,--and often hast thou hearkened, Heeding, and coming from the mansion golden Of thy great Father, Yoking thy chariot, borne by thy most lovely Consecrated birds, with dusky-tinted pinions, Waving swift wings from utmost heights of heaven Through the mid-ether; Swiftly they vanished, leaving thee, O Goddess! Smiling, with face immortal in its beauty, Asing what I sought, thus hopeless in desiring, 'Wildered in brain, and spreading nets of passion— Alas, for whom? and saidst thou, “Who has harmed thee? O my poor Sappho! “Though now he flies, ere long he shall pursue thee; Fearing thy gifts, he too in turn shall bring them; Loveless to-day, to-morrow he shall woo thee, Though th<
Aphrodite (search for this): chapter 46
Translations. Sappho's ode to Aphrodite. poikilo/qrona, a)qa/nata *)afrodi/ta.Sappho. Beautiful-throned, immortal Aphrodite! Daughter of Zeus, beguiler! I implore thee Weigh me not down with weariness and anguish, O thou most holy! Come to me now! if ever thou in kindness Hearkenedst my words,--and often hast thou heAphrodite! Daughter of Zeus, beguiler! I implore thee Weigh me not down with weariness and anguish, O thou most holy! Come to me now! if ever thou in kindness Hearkenedst my words,--and often hast thou hearkened, Heeding, and coming from the mansion golden Of thy great Father, Yoking thy chariot, borne by thy most lovely Consecrated birds, with dusky-tinted pinions, Waving swift wings from utmost heights of heaven Through the mid-ether; Swiftly they vanished, leaving thee, O Goddess! Smiling, with face immortal in its beauty, AskiThough now he flies, ere long he shall pursue thee; Fearing thy gifts, he too in turn shall bring them; Loveless to-day, to-morrow he shall woo thee, Though thou shouldst spurn him.” Thus seek me now, O holy Aphrodite! Save me from anguish, give me all I ask for,-- Gifts at thy hand! And thine shall be the glory, Sacred Protecto
Zeus (search for this): chapter 46
Translations. Sappho's ode to Aphrodite. poikilo/qrona, a)qa/nata *)afrodi/ta.Sappho. Beautiful-throned, immortal Aphrodite! Daughter of Zeus, beguiler! I implore thee Weigh me not down with weariness and anguish, O thou most holy! Come to me now! if ever thou in kindness Hearkenedst my words,--and often hast thou hearkened, Heeding, and coming from the mansion golden Of thy great Father, Yoking thy chariot, borne by thy most lovely Consecrated birds, with dusky-tinted pinions, Waving swift wings from utmost heights of heaven Through the mid-ether; Swiftly they vanished, leaving thee, O Goddess! Smiling, with face immortal in its beauty, Asking why I grieved, and why in utter longing I had dared call thee; Asking what I sought, thus hopeless in desiring, 'Wildered in brain, and spreading nets of passion— Alas, for whom? and saidst thou, “Who has harmed thee? O my poor Sappho! “Though now he flies, ere long he shall pursue thee; Fearing thy gifts, he too in turn shall <