Poems by Paulus Silentiarius

Daphnis the piper, trembling 'neath the load
Of years, this crook, his feeble hand no more
H...

Galatea slammed her door
In my face, and furthermore
Added scorn thereto.
How is it that peop...

How long, how long do ye still mean, mine eyes,
To drain the nectarous draught of Love divine...

My name, my country, what are they to thee?
What, whether proud or base my pedigree?
Perhaps...

These withered rendings of brow-wreathing rose;
These shattered cups, where no more foams and ...

The hands that dealt death to the Medes
Were hewn off by axes as they rested
On the curved ster...

The painting does not justly show thy beauty,
And would it had had the power to portray
The sw...

Who hangs a garland on the rose?
How idle then the 'broidered vest,
And studded fillet on thy ...

I meant to bid thee, sweet, farewell,
But it was not to be;
I check the words I would have ...

Scarcely has the pencil
Portrayed the girl's eyes,
But not at all of her hair nor
The supreme...

The third lamp of the lonely night
Wastes silently away;
It casts a feeble flickering light.
...