Then, as the broad moon rose on high,

or billowing flotillasat battle on the sea.Warfare has its glory,but I place far abovethese military splendorsthe one thing that you love.For proof of this contentionexamine history:we all remember Helen,who left her family,her child, and royal husband,to take a stranger’s hand:her beauty had no equal,but bowed to love’s command.As love then is the powerthat none can…

Slay me not in this distress and anguish,Lady of beauty.Hither come as once before thou camest,When from afar thou heard’st my voice lamenting,Heard’st and camest, leaving thy glorious father’s Palace golden,Yoking thy chariot. Fair the doves that bore thee;Swift to the darksome earth their course directing,Waving their thick wings from the highest heavenDown through the…

And pluck them, singing.More golden than all gold your tresses are:Never was harp-note like your voice, my love,Your voice sweet-ringing.

And hears and sees thee, all the while,Softly speaks and sweetly smile.‘Twas this deprived my soul of rest,And raised such tumults in my breast;For, while I gazed, in transport tossed,My breath was gone, my voice was lost;My bosom glowed; the subtle flameRan quick through all my vital frame;O’er my dim eyes a darkness hung;My ears…

are unbecoming ina poet’s household?and that they are notsuitable in ours?Sapphotr. Barnard

When gazing full she fills the gladeAnd spreads the seas with silvery light.