Poems by Bion of Smyrna

MYRSON. LYCIDAS. MYRSON.
Will you, my Lycidas, now sing for me
A soothing sweet Sicilian mel...

CLEODAMUS. MYRSON. CLEODAMUS.
What sweet for you has Summer or the Spring,
What joy does Autu...

I to the sandy shore and seaward slope
Will go, and try with murmured song to bend
The cruel G...

Hunting the birds within a bosky grove,
A birder, yet a boy, saw winged Love
Perched on a bo...

Happy is love or friendship when returned--
The lovers whose pure flames have equal burned.
Hap...

I and the Loves Adonis dead deplore;
The beautiful Adonis is indeed
Departed, parted from us....

If sweet my songs, or these sufficient be
Which I have sung to give renown to me,
I know not;...

Yourself to artists always to betake,
And on yourself in nothing to rely
Is misbeseeming. Frie...

Bright Cypris! Goddess ever meek and mild,
Of mightiest Zeus and loveliest sea-nymph child,
W...

May Love the Muses evermore invite,
The Muses bring me Love! And to requite
My passion may the...

Phoebus tried all his means, and thought of new,
Scarce knowing what he did in his distress;
...

The Muses fear not, but with heart-love true,
Affect wild Eros, and his steps pursue.
And if...

By me in my fresh prime did Cypris stand,
Leading the child Love in her lovely hand;
He kept ...

Hesper! Sweet Aphrodite's golden light!
Hesper! Bright ornament of swarthy Night,
Inferior to ...