Jon Corelis Theocritus Sweet Poems

  • 1.
    Prythee, sing something sweet to me-you that can play
    First and second at once. Then I too will essay
    To croak on the pipes: and yon lad shall salute
    Our ears with a melody breathed through his flute.
    ...
  • 2.
    Not for us only, Nicias, (vain the dream,)
    Sprung from what god soe'er, was Eros born:
    Not to us only grace doth graceful seem,
    Frail things who wot not of the coming morn.
    ...
  • 3.
    COMETAS.
    Goats, from a shepherd who stands here, from Lacon, keep away:
    Sibyrtas owns him; and he stole my goatskin yesterday.

    ...
  • 4.
    For yon oaken avenue, swain, you must steer,
    Where a statue of figwood, you'll see, has been set:
    It has never been barked, has three legs and no ear;
    But I think there is life in the patriarch yet.
    ...
  • 5.
    Once on a time did Eucritus and I
    (With us Amyntas) to the riverside
    Steal from the city. For Lycopeus' sons
    Were that day busy with the harvest-home,
    ...
  • 6.
    BATTUS.
    Who owns these cattle, Corydon? Philondas? Prythee say.

    CORYDON.
    ...
  • 7.
    Where are the bay-leaves, Thestylis, and the charms?
    Fetch all; with fiery wool the caldron crown;
    Let glamour win me back my false lord's heart!
    Twelve days the wretch hath not come nigh to me,
    ...
  • 8.
    GORGO.
    Is dame Praxinoa in?

    PRAXINOA.
    ...
  • 9.
    Thou art come, love, come! Scarce thrice hath dusk to day
    Given place-but lovers in an hour grow gray.
    As spring's more sweet than winter, grapes than thorns,
    The ewe's fleece richer than her latest-born's;
    ...
Total 9 Sweet Poems by Jon Corelis Theocritus

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