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On The Passion Of Love.
ON THE PASSION OF LOVE .
PROM SAPPHO . HPHE ori ginal of the following lines is a natural description of a natural passion , by one who felt what she wrote , and " copied the dictates of her own heart with the delicacy of one sex and the judgment of the other . The great critic who has preserved to us this fragmentobservesthat the beauty of it consists in selecting
, , , bringing together , and arranging the most proper and distinguishing sensations and affections of a lover , present with the charming object : in the variety , hurry , and opposition of the emotions of soul and body experienced on such occasions , the whole human frame is at workit . seems not one , but an assemblage of all the passions ; the senses are iisuiueiea colour
( , me clianges ; at once we see burning , freezing , forgetting , remembering , rising , sinking , and expiring . We need not mention that this little poem has been some years past presented to the public in the Latin of Catullus , the French of Boileau , and the Lnghsn of another gentleman . We can safel y say , it was not the vanity of excelling the last of these performances that produced the following piece ; but antiquity is a common treasury , out of which has right to take what
anyone a is for his use or amusement , and treat it after what manner he pleases . The learned reader will see that an imitation , not only ofthe sentiments , but also of the metre of the original , is here attempted . By the authentic symptoms here described trie sincerity of love is painted in glowing colours , but let it be remembered , that this is an account of the passion of love , as it is felt in warmer climates , and therefore some abatement is to be made for the coldness of ours .
An Ode From Sappho.
AN ODE FROM SAPPHO .
He ' s equal to the Gods inbliss , Or tastes superior happiness , Who may pleasant with you sit , View your beauties , hear your wit , And see you sweetl y smile ; 'Tis transport 1
ecstacy ! my heart Beats , and struggles to depart ; ' In vain the fal ' t ' rmg accents rise , My breath evaporates in si ghs , I ' m speechless all the while ; .
A gentle heat shoots thro' my veins , And tliiilhng kindles pleasing pains ' ; . The dancing objects disappear , And ur . eiisnnguish'd sounds I hear , My rlutt ' ring spirits fly : In chilling sweats swim
,,-my senses , Soft trembling seizes every limb-I ' m paler than the wither'd grass , I ' m breathless , motionless !—Alas ! I sicken and I die .
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On The Passion Of Love.
ON THE PASSION OF LOVE .
PROM SAPPHO . HPHE ori ginal of the following lines is a natural description of a natural passion , by one who felt what she wrote , and " copied the dictates of her own heart with the delicacy of one sex and the judgment of the other . The great critic who has preserved to us this fragmentobservesthat the beauty of it consists in selecting
, , , bringing together , and arranging the most proper and distinguishing sensations and affections of a lover , present with the charming object : in the variety , hurry , and opposition of the emotions of soul and body experienced on such occasions , the whole human frame is at workit . seems not one , but an assemblage of all the passions ; the senses are iisuiueiea colour
( , me clianges ; at once we see burning , freezing , forgetting , remembering , rising , sinking , and expiring . We need not mention that this little poem has been some years past presented to the public in the Latin of Catullus , the French of Boileau , and the Lnghsn of another gentleman . We can safel y say , it was not the vanity of excelling the last of these performances that produced the following piece ; but antiquity is a common treasury , out of which has right to take what
anyone a is for his use or amusement , and treat it after what manner he pleases . The learned reader will see that an imitation , not only ofthe sentiments , but also of the metre of the original , is here attempted . By the authentic symptoms here described trie sincerity of love is painted in glowing colours , but let it be remembered , that this is an account of the passion of love , as it is felt in warmer climates , and therefore some abatement is to be made for the coldness of ours .
An Ode From Sappho.
AN ODE FROM SAPPHO .
He ' s equal to the Gods inbliss , Or tastes superior happiness , Who may pleasant with you sit , View your beauties , hear your wit , And see you sweetl y smile ; 'Tis transport 1
ecstacy ! my heart Beats , and struggles to depart ; ' In vain the fal ' t ' rmg accents rise , My breath evaporates in si ghs , I ' m speechless all the while ; .
A gentle heat shoots thro' my veins , And tliiilhng kindles pleasing pains ' ; . The dancing objects disappear , And ur . eiisnnguish'd sounds I hear , My rlutt ' ring spirits fly : In chilling sweats swim
,,-my senses , Soft trembling seizes every limb-I ' m paler than the wither'd grass , I ' m breathless , motionless !—Alas ! I sicken and I die .