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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=355117" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sappho</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">She lay among the myrtles on the cliff;<br>Above her glared the noon; beneath, the sea.<br>Upon the white horizon Atho's peak<br>Weltered in burning haze; all airs were dead;<br>The cicale slept among the tamarisk's hair;<br>The birds sat dumb and drooping. Far below<br>The lazy sea-weed glistened in the sun;<br>The lazy sea-fowl dried their steaming wings;<br>The lazy swell crept whispering up the ledge,<br>And sank again. Great Pan was laid to rest;<br>And Mother Earth watched by him as he slept,<br>And hushed her myriad children for a while.<br>She lay among the myrtles on the cliff;<br>And sighed for sleep, for sleep that would not hear,<br>But left her tossing still; for night and day<br>A mighty hunger yearned within her heart,<br>Till all her veins ran fever; and her cheek,<br>Her long thin hands, and ivory-channelled feet,<br>Were wasted with the wasting of her soul.<br>Then peevishly she flung her on her face,<br>And hid her eyeballs from the blinding glare,<br>And fingered at the grass, and tried to cool<br>Her crisp hot lips against the crisp hot sward:<br>And then she raised her head, and upward cast<br>Wild looks from homeless eyes, whose liquid light<br>Gleamed out between deep folds of blue-black hair,<br>As gleam twin lakes between the purple peaks<br>Of deep Parnassus, at the mournful moon.<br>Beside her lay her lyre. She snatched the shell,<br>And waked wild music from its silver strings;<br>Then tossed it sadly by.-'Ah, hush!' she cries;<br>'Dead offspring of the tortoise and the mine!<br>Why mock my discords with thine harmonies?<br>Although a thrice-Olympian lot be thine,<br>Only to echo back in every tone<br>The moods of nobler natures than thine own.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Eversley, 1847</div><div style="margin:10px 0">From Yeast.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Charles+Kingsley">Charles Kingsley</a><div class=q>
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Above her glared the noon; beneath, the sea.
Upon the white horizon Atho's peak
Weltered in burning haze; all airs were dead;
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