No More for Lycus, by Alcaeus
No more for Lycus will I sigh,
Or seek his fond caresses,
Or sing his darkly flashing eye,
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Poems by Alcaeus
In the Afternoon, by Alcaeus
Let us drink--do not tarry till night.
Why wait for the lamp's pale light?
But a brief span of ...
In Summer, by Alcaeus
Come, wet thy chest with wine: the dog-star now
Is rising high, the oppressive sultry glow
Of...
In Grief, by Alcaeus
Nay, give not up to grief, it profits nothing,
Nor do we remedy our ills by loathing.
O Bacc...
Helen and Thetis, by Alcaeus
To Priam and all his sons a bitter end
Because of evil deeds the gods did send.
O Helen, thou ...
Eros, by Alcaeus
He sprang, of gods the mightiest god,
From Zephyr, golden-tressed,
And gentle Iris, neatly...
Cease Drinking! Seize the Rudder!, by Alcaeus
Pray, mix no more into the bowl, but know
That I dislike to have thee labor so,
Singing, ca...
The Bulwark of the State, by Alcaeus
Not in hewn stones, nor in well-fashioned beams,
Not in the noblest of the builder's dreams,
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Autumn, by Alcaeus
Behold! The tender Autumn flower
Is purpling on the hill,
The roses wither on the bower,
And...
Alcaeus' Armory, by Alcaeus
Its whole large hall with bronze is brightly beaming,
Its roof bedecked with flashing helmets g...