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And we we two will go along through life as softly and as merrily as now we stroll up and down in the cool shade of these columns; and I will turn philosopher and evolve a new system that will forever send Plato and Zeno, Epicurus and Timon, to the most remote and spider-spun cupboard of the most old-fashioned library, and you shall be a poetess, a Sappho, an Erinna, who shall tinkle in Latin metres sweeter than they ever sing in Aiolic.
Hearing his nephew recite one of her poems, he said that he would not willingly die until he had learned it by heart. And, doubtless, from that circle of accomplished women, of whom she formed the brilliant centre, a flood of poetic light was poured forth on every side. Among them may be mentioned the names of Damophila and Erinna, whose poem, "The Spindle," was highly esteemed by the ancients.
More bitter still was the strife about mistresses kitchen-wenches and courtesans, where one scholar stole shamelessly from the other and decked with names like Leshia and Erinna.... Philip sickened at what he had before tolerated, for he had brought back with him from the north a quickened sense of sin. Maybe the Bishop of Beauvais had been right.
Mary Wollstonecraft's affection for Frances Blood is a striking illustration of the truth of his statement. It was strong as that of a Sappho for an Erinna; tender and constant as that of a mother for her child.
Continue to draw crowds of the gay, the brilliant, the wise themselves, to your feet continue to charm them with the conversation of an Aspasia, the music of an Erinna but reflect, at least, on those censorious tongues which can so easily blight the tender reputation of a maiden; and while you provoke admiration, give, I beseech you, no victory to envy.
She had never heard of Erinna; she did not know that a maiden poetess had made almost those very words immortal in one lovely broken line that has come down to us from five and twenty centuries ago.
METRO: You have as hard a time as I do, Koritto, dear day and night these low servants make me gnash my teeth and bark like a dog, just like they do you. KORITTO: Metro, where did you see that? METRO: Why Nossis, the daughter of Erinna, had it three days ago. Oh but it was a beauty! KORITTO: So Nossis had it, did she? Where did she get it, I wonder?
"Can it be That these fine impulses, these lofty thoughts Burning with their own beauty, are but given To make me the low slave of vanity?" /Erinna./ "Is she not too fair Even to think of maiden's sweetest care? The mouth and brow are contrasts." /Ibid./
Early Greece had Sappho, Corinna, and Erinna, the first the chief of lyric poets, even in her fragments, the two others applauded by all Hellas. The French Revolution had begotten Mary Wollstonecraft Godwin and her Vindication of the Rights of Women, and in France George Sand was prominent and emancipated enough while the poet wrote.
"Can it be That these fine impulses, these lofty thoughts Burning with their own beauty, are but given To make me the low slave of vanity?" Erinna. "Is she not too fair Even to think of maiden's sweetest care? The mouth and brow are contrasts." Ibid.
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