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Filter     Order  Title asc Title desc Ordering    Display #  5 10 15 20 25 30 50 Item Title Although they are Anactoria And their feet move Awed by her splendor Before they were mothers Blame Aphrodite Cleis Cyprian, in my dream Drapple-thorned Aphrodite, He is more than a hero I have no complaint I took my lyre I took my lyre and said In the spring twilight It is the Muses It was you, Atthis, who said It's no use Leto and Niobe Must I remind you, Cleis, No Word Of course I love you Prayer to Our Lady of Paphos Sleep, darling Sounds of grief Standing by my bed   << Start < Prev 1 2 Next > End >> Results 1 - 25 of 40