Poems by Theocritus
The Song of the Beloved
... Sweet is thy mouth, and sweetest tones ...
To Pan doth white-limbed Daphnis offer here
... (He once piped sweetly on his herdsman's flute) ...
Why Hop Ye So, ye High Hills?
... And said, touching the infant with fondling hands ...
Injuries from those to whom Thou hast been Kind
... It is like rearing wolf-whelps or dogs -- ...
For a Statue of Anacreon
... " Say further: "Youth and beauty pleased him best ...
Joy at the Approach of a Beloved
... Both shepherd and herbage are withered there ...
For yon oaken avenue, swain, you must steer
... And the blackbirds, those shrill-piping songsters of spring, ...
The Mid-day Heat
... At this mid-day time, when even the lizard ...
Ortho's Epitaph
... Yet the turf that I'm clad with is strange to me quite ...
Idyll XXII. The Sons of Leda
... Then they unsheathed their swords, and framed new modes ...
Epitaph of Hipponax
... Sit down--and sleep, if so inclined ...
To Epicharmus
... Many a wholesome word, to pilot youths and maids thro' life, he spake: ...
Idyll IX. Pastorals
... As toothless sires a nut, when broth is in their reach ...
Idyll XXXI. Loves
... Canst thou look upon these temples, with their locks of silver crowned, ...
Idyll XXX. The Death of Adonis
... She marked the brow, all grisly now, ...
