which some think a direct translation of this line of Sappho's.
Old Horace? 'I will strike,' said he,
'The stars with head sublime.'
Tennyson, Tiresias, 1885.
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Ὠς δὲ παῖς πεδα μάτερα πεπτερύγωμαι.
And I flutter like a child after her mother.
Like a child whose mother's lost,
I am fluttering, terror-tost.
M. J. Walhouse.