Poems by Leonidas of Tarentum

Melo and Satyra to the Muses these--
The tuneful race of Antigenides,
To the Pimpleian Muses, ...

Unnumbered were the ages past, O man,
Before thy day began.
Unnumbered, too, the ages yet s...

I am the tomb of Crethon; here you read
His name; himself is number'd with the dead;
Who once ...

'Tis time to sail--the swallow's note is heard,
Who chattering down the soft west wind is come,...

Morning and evening, sleep she drove away,
Old Platthis--warding hunger from the door,
And s...

These spoils are not mine.
Who has hung up on the coping-stone
This graceless gift to Mars?
Th...

Venus, at Rhodo's prayer this stick, and these
Sandals, the spoil of sage Posochares;
This ...

Far from Tarentum's native soil I lie,
Far from the land beloved of infancy.
'Tis dreadful to ...

Not solely from the summer's sultry heat
Seek I in shady glades a cool retreat,
And sip up dew...

O holy Mother! On the peak
Of Dindyma, and on those summits bleak
That frown on Phrygia's scor...

With courage seek the kingdom of the dead;
The path before you lies,
It is not hard to find, ...

Shepherds that on this mountain ridge abide,
Tending your goats and fleecy flocks alway,
A li...

Cling to thy home! If there the meanest shed
Yield thee a hearth and shelter for thine head,
A...

They say that I am small and frail,
And cannot live in stormy seas;
It may be so; yet every s...

Theris the old, the waves that harvested,
More keen than birds that labour in the sea,
With ...