My blood with gentle horrors thrilled: My feeble pulse forgot to play; I fainted, sunk, and died away.
Greek lyric poet
From a lyric poem, describing intense physical and emotional sensations, possibly related to love or passion.
c. 7th-6th Century BCE
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"Truly, I wish I were dead. She was weeping when she left me, and said many things to me, and said this: 'How much we have suffered, Sappho. Truly, I don't want to leave you.'"
Humorous"May I write words more naked than flesh, stronger than bone, more resilient than sinew, sensitive than nerve."
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