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SAPPHO, One Hundred Lyrics
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Bliss Carman
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VIII
Aphrodite of the foam,
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Who hast given all good gifts,
And made Sappho at thy will
Love so greatly and so much,
Ah, how comes it my frail heart
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Is so fond of all things fair,
I can never choose between
Gorgo and Andromeda?
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