Jon Corelis Theocritus Poems
- 1. Loves
'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;
- 2. Ortho's Epitaph
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;
- 3. The Serenade
I pipe to Amaryllis; while my goats,
Tityrus their guardian, browse along the fell.
O Tityrus, as I love thee, feed my goats:
- 4. To Epicharmus
Read these lines to Epicharmus. They are Dorian as was he
The sire of Comedy.
Of his proper self bereavÃ¨d, Bacchus, unto thee we rear
- 5. For A Statue Of Anacreon
This statue, stranger, scan with earnest gaze;
And, home returning, say 'I have beheld
Anacreon, in Teos; him whose lays
- 6. The Sweethearts
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,
- 7. A Countryman's Wooing
How fell sage Helen? through a swain like thee.
- 8. The Two Ladies Of Syracuse
Is dame Praxinoa in?
- 9. Poor Thyrsus!
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,
- 10. Love Stealing Honey
Once thievish Love the honeyed hives would rob,
When a bee stung him: soon he felt a throb
Through all his finger-tips, and, wild with pain,
- 11. The Sorceress
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!
- 12. Idyll Xxx
When Cypris saw Adonis,
In death already lying
With all his locks dishevelled,
- 13. To Archilochus
Pause, and scan well Archilochus, the bard of elder days.
By east and west
- 14. The Herdsmen
Who owns these cattle, Corydon? Philondas? Prythee say.
- 15. The Death Of Adonis
Cythera saw Adonis
And knew that he was dead;
She marked the brow, all grisly now,
- 16. Epitaph Of Hipponax
Behold Hipponax' burialplace,
A true bard's grave.
Approach it not, if you're a base
- 17. Harvest-home
Once on a time did Eucritus and I
(With us Amyntas) to the riverside
Steal from the city. For Lycopeus' sons
- 18. For A Tripod Erected By Damoteles To Bacchus
The precentor Damoteles, Bacchus, exalts
Your tripod, and, sweetest of deities, you.
He was champion of men, if his boyhood had faults;
- 19. A Statue Of Figwood
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;
- 20. The Battle Of The Bards
Goats, from a shepherd who stands here, from Lacon, keep away:
Sibyrtas owns him; and he stole my goatskin yesterday.
- 21. Hylas
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,
- 22. Sing Something Sweet
Prythee, sing something sweet to me-you that can play
First and second at once. Then I too will essay
To croak on the pipes: and yon lad shall salute
Total 22 poems written by Jon Corelis Theocritus
Poem of the day
by Sara Teasdale
With the man I love who loves me not,
I walked in the street-lamps' flare;
We watched the world go home that night
In a flood through Union Square.
I leaned to catch the words he said
That were light as a snowflake falling;
Ah well that he never leaned to hear
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