Poems by Agathias

I, BACCHANAL Eurynome, to roam
The mountain wont, and bulls to overcome,
Who rent the lion,...

Be not too timorous, youth, nor strive to merit
Thy mistress' favour by a broken spirit;
Lif...

My partridge, wand'rer from the hills forlorn,
Thy house, light-woven of the willow-bough
No...

Not such your burden, happy youths, as ours--
Poor women-children nurtured daintily--
For ye ...

No wine for me!--Nay, an it be thy will,
Kiss first the goblet--I will drink my fill:
How ma...

CHAERONEAN Plutarch, to thy deathless praise
Does martial Rome this grateful statue raise;
Be...

Weeping and wakeful all the night I lie,
And with the dawn the grace of sleep is near,
But sw...

Satyr, whose listening ear so low is bent
Breathes with spontaneous strain thine instrument?
S...

She, who but late in beauty's flower was seen,
Proud of her auburn curls and noble mien--
Who...

Since she was watched and could not kiss me closely,
Divine Rhodanthe cast her maiden zone
Fro...

O CAT in semblance, but in heart akin
To canine raveners, whose ways are sin;
Still at my he...

Tread we thine infinite treasure, Iacchus, the vintage sweet!
Weave we the Bacchic measure wit...

"Why sad?" "I am in love." "With whom?" "A maid."
"Lovely, I trust." "So I myself persuade."
"...

Why shrink from death, the parent of repose,
The cure of sickness and all human woes?
As thro...