Poems by Agathias

Poems by Agathias

Bacchanal Eurynome, by Agathias

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

Be Not Too Timorous, by Agathias

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

My Partridge, by Agathias

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

Not Such Your Burden, by Agathias

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

No Wine for Me, by Agathias

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

Plutarch, by Agathias

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

Rhodanthe, by Agathias

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

Satyr, by Agathias

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

She, by Agathias

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

Since She Was Watched, by Agathias

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

To a Cat Which Had Killed a Favorite Bird, by Agathias

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

Vintage Song, by Agathias

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

Why Sad?, by Agathias

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

Why Shrink from Death?, by Agathias

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