On the country’s blood and bone.
Punch. April 11, 1846.
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FRAGMENT OF A TRANSLATION FROM SAPPHO.
Blessed as the immortal gods is he,
The Youth who fondly sits by thee;
And hears and sees thee, all the while,
Softly speak, and sweetly smile.
’Twas this deprived my soul of rest,
And rais’d such tumults in my breast;