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Слушать(AI)To One who Loved not Poetry
OU liest dead, and there will be no memory left behind Of thee or thine in all the earth, for never didst thou bind The roses of Pierian streams upon thy brow; thy doom Is now to flit with unknown ghosts in cold and nameless gloom.
This English translation, by Edwin Arnold, of 'To One Who Loved Not Poetry' is reprinted from Greek Poets in English Verse.
Ed.
William Hyde Appleton.
Cambridge:
The Riverside Press, 1893
Sappho Sappho
Sappho (c. 630 – c. 570 BCE) was an Archaic Greek poet from the island of Lesbos.[a] Sappho is known for her lyric poetry, written to be sung wh
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