Poems by Bacchylides

Peaceful wealth, or painful toil,
Chance of war, or civil broil,
'Tis not for man's feeble ...

The high immortal gods are free
From taint of man's infirmity;
Nor pale diseases round them wa...

Not to be born 'twere best,
Nor view the light of the sun;
Since to be ever blest
Is given t...

Of happiness to mortal man One is the road, and one the goal--
To keep unburthen'd, all he can...

Peace in all her sweetness hail!
No more the clarions ravish sleep;
Red rust-stains o'er the l...

To mortal men Peace giveth these good things:
Wealth, and the flowers of honey-throated song; ...

Blue shadows wreathed the galley's prow that bore
Twice seven Attic youth, a glorious train
Fo...

As gold the Lydian touch-stone tries,
So man--the virtuous, valiant, wise--
Must to all-powe...

Folded arms and sauntering pace
Come not nigh this holy place.
She whose image here is seen,
...