Poems by Theocritus
Epitaph of Cleita, Nurse of Medeius
... Who doubts it? is not 'Cleita's worth' a proverb to this day ...
Idyll XI. The Giant's Wooing
... Down from, the white snow's midst, a draught for gods! ...
Man Stands in Need of Man
... That man of man should ever stand in need ...
The Delights of Summer
... Pears, indeed, at our feet, and by our sides, ...
Poor Thyrsis! What boots it to weep out thine eyes?
... But the wolf with his cruel claw made her his prize, ...
Under a Statue of Peisander, Who Wrote the Labours of Heracles
... For this good work, thou may'st be sure, ...
Use of Wealth to the Wise
... Not to be a bad host, guests should be welcome ...
Idyll XXV. Heracles the Lion Slayer
... Then townwards, leaving straight that rich champaign, ...
Idyll XXVII. A Countryman's Wooing
... That grove, where stands your sheepfold, shew me please ...
For a Statue of the Muses
... He gat him fame: and you he honours still ...
Idyll XXIV. The Infant Heracles
... Sweet lord, that some strange thing is happening here ...
To Archilochus
... Delian Apollo loved him well, and well the sister-choir: ...
Summer Woodlands
... Humm'd round the flowers, and sipp'd the silver spring: ...
Idyll VII. Harvest-Home
... [_Sings_] On me the young Loves sneezed: for hapless I ...
Idyll II. The Sorceress
... Farewell, thou bright-faced Moon! Ye stars, farewell, ...
