Array Anacreon - Yale Required Reading - Collected Works (Vol. 1)

Let thy daughter proceed in the work.

And he was ruling many peoples.

First indeed Antandrus, city of the Leleges.

You will be a protection to the unmixed wine.

He is altogether stupefied with vanity and bereft of reason.

And a certain one dwelling in most distant parts.

Mixed wheaten flour.

Thus has the tradition from our ancestors arisen.

I will bring it about for myself.

As he will save them from destruction.

Through you and through dishonour I exist.

One of the twelve.

And from nothing nothing comes.

But if Zeus grant the fulfilment of our desires.

He is thoroughly aroused in his mind.

He will approach in ships.

The immortal gods grant the victory to us.

I am sorely grieved; for friends by no means —

He now has the mastery, moving upon the holy field the last stone.

Nymphs, descended, ’t is said, from Zeus, the aegis-bearing.

For if one come from a certain place, he declares that everything comes from there.

But you will be your own dispenser.

Nor to bring sorrow upon our neighbours.

Nor the mind being shut up from other things.

Bacchus; for there is no king (more powerful than you).

The Arcadians were chestnut-eaters.

A huge stone is poised above the head of Tantalus, O Aisimides.

Is it still pleasing, Dinnomenes are those things meet and glorious in Pittacus as they were in Myrsilus?

Whösoever of you and of us are valiant.

An affrighted roar bursts from the breast of the stag.

For before he comes upon what is pleasing —

Again the sow stirs a little.

High in air above us.

But you went to your husband telling —

I am indeed in no need of proof of these things.

And shod with Scythian shoes.

Learning from the elders.

Of our fathers.

Of our sorrows.

Hebrus most beautiful of rivers.

Sending forth arrows out of the darkness.

Unless you carefully remove from the rubble the stone which is to be worked, it will prob-ably fare ill with your head.

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The Life and Work of Sappho

Sapphics

Epithalamia: Threnodes

Partheneia: Didaktika

Erotika: Dithyrambs

Girl Friends

Phaon

Epigrams

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SAPPHO -- the name is variously spelt; there is authority for Psappha, Psaffo, and even Pspha -- born at Ephesus, dwelling at Mitylene, shared the political fortunes of Alcæus's party. We hear of a husband, whose name, Kerkylas of Andros, is not above suspicion; and of a daughter Kleïs, whose existence is perhaps erroneously inferred from a poem -- "I have a fair little child, with a shape like a golden flower, Kleïs, my darling." She seems to have been the leader of a band of literary women, students and poetesses, held together by strong ties of intimacy and affection. It is compared in antiquity 2to the circle of Socrates. Sappho wrote in the most varied styles -- there are fifty different metres in our scanty remains of her -- but all bear a strong impress of personal character. By the side of Alcæus, one feels her to be a woman. Her dialect is more the native speech of Mitylene, where she lived; his the more literary. His interests cover war and drinking and adventure and politics; hers are all in personal feeling, mostly tender and introspective. Her suggestions of nature -- the line, "I heard the footfall of the flowery spring"; the marvellously musical comparison, "Like the one sweet apple very red, up high on the highest bough, that the apple-gatherers have forgotten; no, not forgotten, but could never reach so far" -- are perhaps more definitely beautiful than the love-poems which have made Sappho's name immortal. Two of these are preserved by accident; the rest of Sappho's poetry was publicly burned in 1073 at Rome and at Constantinople, as being too much for the shaky morals of the time. One must not over-estimate the compliments of gallantry which Sappho had in plenty: she was 'the Poetess' as Homer was 'the Poet'; she was 'the Tenth Muse,' 'the Pierian Bee'; the wise Solon wished to "learn a song of Sappho's and then die." Still Sappho was known and admired all over Greece soon after her death; and a dispassionate judgment must see that her love-poetry, if narrow in scope, has unrivalled splendour of expression for the longing that is too intense to have any joy in it, too serious to allow room for metaphor and imaginative ornament. Unfortunately, the dispassionate judgment is scarcely to be had. Later antiquity could not get over its curiosity at the woman who was not a 'Hetaira' and yet published passionate love-poetry. She had to be made a heroine of romance. For instance, she once mentioned the Rock of Leucas. That was enough! It was the rock from which certain saga-heroes had leaped to their death, and she must have done the same, doubtless from unrequited passion! Then came the deference of gallantry, the reckless merriment of the Attic comedy, and the defiling imagination of Rome. It is a little futile to discuss the private character of a woman who lived two thousand five hundred years ago in a society of which we have almost no records. It is clear that Sappho was a 'respectable person' in Lesbos; and there is no good early evidence to show that the Lesbian standard was low. Her extant poems address her women friends with a passionate intensity; but there are dozens of questions to be solved before these poems can be used as evidence: Is a given word-form correct? is Sappho speaking in her own person, or dramatically? what occasion are the verses written for? how far is the poem a literary exercise based on the odes written by Alcæus to his squire Lykos, or by Theognis to Kyrnus?

2Maximus Tyrius.

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THE MUSES

Hither now, O Muses, leaving the golden

House of God unseen in the azure spaces,

Come and breathe on bosom and brow and kindle

Song like the sunglow;

Come and lift my shaken soul to the sacred

Shadow cast by Helicon's rustling forests;

Sweep on wings of flame from the middle ether,

Seize and uplift me;

Thrill my heart that throbs with unwonted fervor,

Chasten mouth and throat with immortal kisses,