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The car thy wanton sparrows drew;
Hov'ring in air they lightly flew; 16
As to my bower they wing'd their way,
I saw their quiv'ring pinions play.
Hov'ring in air they lightly flew; 16
As to my bower they wing'd their way,
I saw their quiv'ring pinions play.
IV.
The birds dismiss'd (while you remain)
Bore back their empty car again: 20
Then you, with looks divinely mild,
In ev'ry heav'nly feature smil'd,
And ask'd, what new complaints I made,
And why I call'd you to my aid? 24
The birds dismiss'd (while you remain)
Bore back their empty car again: 20
Then you, with looks divinely mild,
In ev'ry heav'nly feature smil'd,
And ask'd, what new complaints I made,
And why I call'd you to my aid? 24
V.
What frenzy in my bosom rag'd,
And by what care to be asswag'd?
What gentle youth I would allure,
Whom in my artful toils secure? 28
Who does thy tender heart subdue,
Tell me, my Sappho, tell me who?
What frenzy in my bosom rag'd,
And by what care to be asswag'd?
What gentle youth I would allure,
Whom in my artful toils secure? 28
Who does thy tender heart subdue,
Tell me, my Sappho, tell me who?
VI.
Tho now he shuns thy longing arms,
He soon shall court thy slighted charms; 32
Tho now thy off'rings he despise,
He soon to thee shall sacrifice;
Tho now he shuns thy longing arms,
He soon shall court thy slighted charms; 32
Tho now thy off'rings he despise,
He soon to thee shall sacrifice;
Tho
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