Jon Corelis Theocritus Never 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.
    COMETAS.
    Goats, from a shepherd who stands here, from Lacon, keep away:
    Sibyrtas owns him; and he stole my goatskin yesterday.

    ...
  • 3.
    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.
    ...
  • 4.
    When Cypris saw Adonis,
    In death already lying
    With all his locks dishevelled,
    And cheeks turned wan and ghastly,
    ...
  • 5.
    Poor Thyrsis! What boots it to weep out thine eyes?
    Thy kid was a fair one, I own:
    But the wolf with his cruel claw made her his prize,
    And to darkness her spirit hath flown.
    ...
  • 6.
    GORGO.
    Is dame Praxinoa in?

    PRAXINOA.
    ...
  • 7.
    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;
    ...
  • 8.
    Friend, Ortho of Syracuse gives thee this charge:
    Never venture out, drunk, on a wild winter's night.
    I did so and died. My possessions were large;
    Yet the turf that I'm clad with is strange to me quite.
    ...
  • 9.
    '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 9 Never Poems by Jon Corelis Theocritus

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