Hellenistic Poetry: An Anthology (Wisconsin Studies in Classics)
Artemeias, Surely When You From The Nether World's Bark.by Antipater Of SidonHere Beside The Threshing Floor, O Hardworking Ant.by Antipater Of SidonI, Who Used To Ward Off The Starlings And That Snatcher.by Antipater Of SidonLet The Four-clustered Ivy Flourish About You, Anacreon.by Antipater Of SidonMyrian Times, Ptolemy, Your Father, Myriad Timesby Antipater Of SidonTell Me, Woman, Your Parents, Your Name, Your Land.by Antipater Of SidonThis Is The Barrow Of Grizzled Maronis, On Which You See.by Antipater Of SidonTo Pallas, Three Girls, All Of An Age . . .by Antipater Of SidonTo Pan Three Brothers Hung Up These Tools Of The Trade.by Antipater Of SidonThe Children, Billy Goat, Have Put Crimson Reins.by AnyteFor Her Locust, Nightingale Of The Fields . . .by AnyteNo Longer Shall I Exult In The Floating Seas And Arch.by AnyteNo Longer, As Before, Will You Wake At Dawn And Flap.by AnyteOften On This Her Daughter's Tomb Did Cleina Grieve.by AnyteThis Tomb Damis Built For His Courageous Horse.by AnyteThe Argonautica (complete)by Apollonius RhodiusBeneath Both The Feet Of Bootes You May Seeby AratusProemby AratusWeather Signsby AratusI Am Not Yet Twenty-two And I Am Tired Of Living.by Asclepiades Of SamosLysidice Dedicated To You, Cypris.by Asclepiades Of SamosThis Is The Sweet Work Of Erinna, Not Much, Of Course.by Asclepiades Of SamosI'm Not Planning To Turn Into Gold. Somebody Else.by BassusLament For Adonisby BionEpigram: 19by CallimachusEpigram: 2by CallimachusEpigram: 21by CallimachusEpigram: 22by CallimachusEpigram: 23, Sels.by CallimachusEpigram: 25by CallimachusEpigram: 29by CallimachusEpigram: 30by CallimachusEpigram: 33by CallimachusEpigram: 39by CallimachusEpigram: 4by CallimachusEpigram: 5by CallimachusHecale, Sels.by CallimachusHymn To Apolloby CallimachusHymn To Artemisby CallimachusHymn To Demeterby CallimachusThe Mousetrapby CallimachusOn The Bath Of Pallasby CallimachusOr Rather The Sacred Fish With The Golden Facesby CallimachusThe South Wind Does Not Shed So Great A Castby CallimachusThey Fell Asleep But Not For Long, For Soonby CallimachusWhoever Passes By My Tomb, Knowby CallimachusYou Toss Now To The Left; You Toss Now To The Right.by CrinagorasCall Me Polyxena, The Wife Of Archelaus.by DioscoridesEros, That Bane Of Men, Molded Soft As Marrow.by DioscoridesLamisca, Who Breathed Her Last . . .by DioscoridesThey Drive Me Mad, Those Rosy Lips, Forever Prattling.by DioscoridesPolyaenus' Daughter, Scyllis, Came To The Wide Gates.by DiotimusWhat Use To Suffer In Labor, Give Birth To Children . . .by DiotimusI Am The Grave Of Baucis The Bride. Passing By.by ErinnaStele And My Sirens And Mournful Pitcher That Hold.by ErinnaFriends In Privateby HerodasThe Procuressby HerodasThe Schoolmasterby HerodasWomen At The Templeby HerodasForever Brigands And Pirates, The Cretans Are Never Just.by Leonidas Of TarentumGet Out Of My Hut, You Stealthy Vermin! Leonidas'.by Leonidas Of TarentumGloomy Minister Of Hades Who Sail This Stream.by Leonidas Of TarentumHis Ball, Beautifully Leaved . . .by Leonidas Of TarentumIf The Tombstone Placed Over Me Is Small To See And Closeby Leonidas Of TarentumOld Platthis Often Thrust Away Her Morning's Sleep.by Leonidas Of TarentumTheris, Thrice-old, Who Got His Living From.by Leonidas Of TarentumThundering Sea, Why In Savage Storm Did You Plunge.by Leonidas Of TarentumTo Gluttony And Guzzling, That Fastidious Gourmet.by Leonidas Of TarentumTo Pallas, Theris, Cunning Of Hand, Dedicated.by Leonidas Of TarentumA Wallet, The Hide Of A Goat, Tough And Untanned, A Stick.by Leonidas Of TarentumWhoever Then Are You? Whose Wretched Bones Are These.by Leonidas Of TarentumThe Cup Takes Its Sweet Joy And Tells How It Touches.by MeleagerDid I Not Tell You, My Soul . . .by MeleagerFlower-feasting Bee, Why Do You Touch Upon.by MeleagerI Foster A Love Fond Of Playing Ball. It Throws.by MeleagerI Say That My Sweetly Prattling Heliodora Will Someday.by MeleagerI Was A Quick-footed, Long-eared Hare . . .by MeleagerI'll Weave In The White Violet. I'll Weave In.by MeleagerI'm Down. Step On My Neck You Savage God, With Your Heel.by MeleagerIf You Burn My Scorched Soul Too Often, Love, She'll Fly.by MeleagerLove Fed Heliodora's Fingernail And Made.by MeleagerLove-prone Asclepias With Eyes Like A Summer's Day.by MeleagerMosquito, May You Fly, A Swift Courier For Me.by MeleagerMosquitoes, Shameless And Shrill Of Voice . . .by MeleagerNow The White Violet Blooms And Narcissus That Loves.by MeleagerPour And Say Again And Again And Yet Again.by MeleagerPour For Heliodora Persuasion And Pour For Cypris.by MeleagerSell It, Though It Sleeps Still At Its Mother's Breast!by MeleagerShrilling Cicada, Drunk On Drops Of Dew, You Sing.by MeleagerStill In His Mother's Lap The Baby Love Played.by MeleagerTears Beneath The Earth, Heliodora, I Giveby MeleagerWithin My Heart Love Himself Made Heliodora.by MeleagerYes, I'd Rather Hear Heliodora's Voice.by MeleagerYou're Sleeping, Zenophila, My Tender Bloom. I Wish.by MeleagerSay, Stranger, That This Is The Tomb Of The Mare Aethyia.by MnasalcasEuropaby MoschusLament For Bionby MoschusI Fell In Love With Demo Of Paphos. No Big Surprise.by Philodemus Of GadaraI've Been In Love. Who Hasn't? I Went Out And Got Drunk.by Philodemus Of GadaraIn The Middle Of The Night I Slipped Away . . .by Philodemus Of GadaraO Foot, O Leg, O Thighs For Which I Rightly Died.by Philodemus Of GadaraO Two-horned Moon, You Love The Parties . . .by Philodemus Of GadaraPhilaenion Is Small And Swart, But Her Hair Curls More.by Philodemus Of GadaraXanthippe's Strumming, Her Chatter . . .by Philodemus Of GadaraDear God, I Didn't Know That Cytherea Was Bathing.by RufinusLamplighter, If You Can't Set Two Equally.by RufinusMelissias Denies Her Love, But Her Body Screams.by RufinusRhodoclea, I Send You This Wreath Which I Wove . . .by RufinusThe Silver-footed Girl Was Bathing, Letting The Water.by RufinusTime Has Not Quenched Your Beauty. . .by RufinusWhen Pallas And Golden-sandaled Hera Saw Maeonis.by RufinusDamoetas And Daphnisby TheocritusHarvest Homeby TheocritusIdyll 13: Hylasby TheocritusIdyll 15: Gorgo And Praxinoaby TheocritusIdyll 2. The Sorceressby TheocritusIdyll 21: Cyclopsby TheocritusIdyll 26: Little Heraclesby TheocritusThyrsisby TheocritusThe Stone Says That It Covers Here The White Dog.by TymnesWings, A Technopaignionby Anonymous--Table of Poems fromPoem Finder®