Poems by Nicarchus

The birds of Stymphalus
Vexed not so the Arcadians,
As those dead thrushes vexed me
With thei...

No one, Charidemus,
Can constantly sleep with his own wife
And take heart-felt pleasure in it...

She that of old spun with Athene wise, NIcarete,
Hath burned her looms and webs in sacrifice, ...

Niconoe was once in her prime, I admit that,
But her prime was when Deucalion looked on the va...

A handsome old woman
(Who deny it?)
You know she was,
When she was young;
But then she aske...

The gloom of death is on the raven's wing,
The song of death is in the raven's cries:
But whe...

A starry seer's oracular abodes
One sought, to know if he should sail for Rhodes,
When thus t...

Stephanus was poor and a gardener,
But now having got on well and become rich,
He has suddenl...