Jon Corelis Theocritus Wild Poems

  • 1.
    COMETAS.
    Goats, from a shepherd who stands here, from Lacon, keep away:
    Sibyrtas owns him; and he stole my goatskin yesterday.

    ...
  • 2.
    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.
    ...
  • 3.
    Once on a time did Eucritus and I
    (With us Amyntas) to the riverside
    Steal from the city. For Lycopeus' sons
    Were that day busy with the harvest-home,
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  • 4.
    When Cypris saw Adonis,
    In death already lying
    With all his locks dishevelled,
    And cheeks turned wan and ghastly,
    ...
  • 5.
    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!
    Twelve days the wretch hath not come nigh to me,
    ...
  • 6.
    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,
    Blew on his hands and stamped and jumped in vain.
    ...
  • 7.
    GORGO.
    Is dame Praxinoa in?

    PRAXINOA.
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  • 8.
    I pipe to Amaryllis; while my goats,
    Tityrus their guardian, browse along the fell.
    O Tityrus, as I love thee, feed my goats:
    And lead them to the spring, and, Tityrus, 'ware
    ...
  • 9.
    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.
    ...
Total 9 Wild Poems by Jon Corelis Theocritus

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