Note 193 — Chapter XXI · THE ANTHOLOGY.
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Does Sappho then beneath thy bosom rest, Æolian earth? that mortal Muse confessed Inferior only to the choir above, That foster-child of Venus and of Love; Warm from whose lips divine Persuasion came, Greece to delight, and raise the Lesbian name? O ye, who ever twine the threefold thread, Ye Fates, why number with the silent dead That mighty songstress, whose unrivalled powers Weave for the Muse a crown of deathless flowers?
Francis Hodgson.