Jon Corelis Theocritus Young Poems

  • 1.
    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.
    ...
  • 2.
    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,
    ...
  • 3.
    BATTUS.
    Who owns these cattle, Corydon? Philondas? Prythee say.

    CORYDON.
    ...
  • 4.
    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,
    ...
  • 5.
    GORGO.
    Is dame Praxinoa in?

    PRAXINOA.
    ...
  • 6.
    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;
    ...
  • 7.
    I pipe to Amaryllis; while my goats,
    Tityrus their guardian, browse along the fell.
    O Tityrus, as I love thee, feed my goats:
    And lead them to the spring, and, Tityrus, 'ware
    ...
  • 8.
    'Sincerity comes with the wine-cup,' my dear:
    Then now o'er our wine-cups let us be sincere.
    My soul's treasured secret to you I'll impart;
    It is this; that I never won fairly your heart.
    ...
Total 8 Young Poems by Jon Corelis Theocritus

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