Sappho — "My blood with gentle horrors thrilled: My feeble pulse forgot to play; I fainted…"
My blood with gentle horrors thrilled: My feeble pulse forgot to play; I fainted, sunk, and died away.
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From a lyric poem, describing intense physical and emotional sensations, possibly related to love or passion.
Date: c. 7th-6th Century BCE
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