Poems by Callimachus

A sacred shell Zephyritis divine,
Fair Selenæ a offers at thy shrine,
And thus thy Naut...

A Youth, in haste, to Mitylene came,
And anxious, thus reveal'd his am'rous flame
To Pittac...

The basket swift-descending from the skies,
Thus, thus, ye matrons, let your voices rise:
...

If sober, and inclin'd to sport,
To you, my fair one, I resort;
The still-forbidden bliss ...

Cleonicus, unhappy man,
Say whence thy sorrows first began?
For, by yon' blazing orb of ligh...

This book is sure exactly wrote
In Hesiod's manner, style, and thought,
Of Grecian poet's no...

I hate the bard who strolls along,
And sells in streets his borrow'd song;
I seldom walk the ...

A pious youth approaching where
His stepdame's body lay,
Officious crown'd her statue there
W...

Cleombrotus, high on a rock,
Above Ambracia stood,
Bade Sol adieu, and, as he spoke,
Plu...

Whilst we to Jove immortal and divine,
Perform the rites, and pour the ruddy wine;
What shal...

Tho' great Apollo claim the poet's lyre,
Yet cold neglect may tempt Diana's ire,
Come, virgi...

O when, my soul, wilt thou resound the praise
Of Delos, nurse to Phoebus' infant-days,
Or o...

Come forth, come forth, ye virgins, and prepare
The bath for Pallas with assiduous care:
Th...

What force, what sudden impulse thus can make
The laurel-branch, and all the temple shake!
De...

Whoe'er with hallow'd feet approaches near,
Behold, Callimachus lies buried here,
I drew my ...