Poems by Leonidas of Tarentum

Poems by Leonidas of Tarentum

Aristodicè, by Leonidas of Tarentum

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

Fair Kypris, by Leonidas of Tarentum

Fair Kypris, rising from her mother's breast,
Her beauty with the salt sea foam aglow,
Apell...

A Fig-Tree, by Leonidas of Tarentum

Democritus fig-loving shouldst thou see,
Bear him this message, traveller, from me:
The lus...

The Fisherman, by Leonidas of Tarentum

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

Fortune's Favour, by Leonidas of Tarentum

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

Home, by Leonidas of Tarentum

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

Honor Well the Shades, by Leonidas of Tarentum

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

The Last Journey, by Leonidas of Tarentum

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

Melo and Satyra, by Leonidas of Tarentum

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

The Music Lover, by Leonidas of Tarentum

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

My Deathless Song, by Leonidas of Tarentum

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

Philosophy's Subjection, by Leonidas of Tarentum

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

These Spoils Are Not Mine, by Leonidas of Tarentum

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

The Spinning Woman, by Leonidas of Tarentum

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

'Tis Time to Sail, by Leonidas of Tarentum

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