Theocritus

(270 BC / Syracuse, Italy)

Theocritus Poems

1. The Triumph of Daphnis 3/1/2016
2. The Sorceress 3/1/2016
3. The Bacchanals 3/1/2016
4. The Death of Adonis 3/1/2016
5. The Distaff 3/1/2016
6. The Drawn Battle 3/1/2016
7. Epitaph of Cleita, Nurse of Medeius 3/1/2016
8. Epitaph of Cleonicus 3/1/2016
9. Epitaph of Eurymedon 3/1/2016
10. Epitaph of Eusthenes 3/1/2016
11. Epitaph of Hipponax 3/1/2016
12. For a Statue of Æscalupius 3/1/2016
13. For a Statue of Anacreon 3/1/2016
14. For a Statue of the Heavenly Aphrodite 3/1/2016
15. For a Statue of the Muses 3/1/2016
16. For a Tripod Erected by Damoteles to Bacchus 3/1/2016
17. The Giant's Wooing 3/1/2016
18. Harvest-Home 3/1/2016
19. Heracles the Lion Slayer 3/1/2016
20. Hylas 3/1/2016
21. The Love of Thyonichus 3/1/2016
22. Loves 3/1/2016
23. Loves(II) 3/1/2016
24. Love Stealing Honey 3/1/2016
25. Ortho's Epitaph 3/1/2016
26. Pastorals 3/1/2016
27. Poor Thyrsus! 3/1/2016
28. The Serenade 3/1/2016
29. Sing Something Sweet 3/1/2016
30. A Statue of Figwood 3/1/2016
31. The Sweethearts 3/1/2016
32. To Archilochus 3/1/2016
33. To Epicharmus 3/1/2016
34. The Two Ladies of Syracuse 3/1/2016
35. The Two Workmen 3/1/2016
36. Under a Statue of Peisander 3/1/2016
37. First Idyll 10/23/2015
38. The Battle of the Bards 3/1/2016
39. The Death of Daphnis 3/1/2016
40. The Herdsmen 3/1/2016
Best Poem of Theocritus

A Countryman's Wooing

DAPHNIS. A MAIDEN.
THE MAIDEN.
How fell sage Helen? through a swain like thee.

DAPHNIS.
Nay the true Helen's just now kissing me.

THE MAIDEN.
Satyr, ne'er boast: 'what's idler than a kiss?'

DAPHNIS.
Yet in such pleasant idling there is bliss.

THE MAIDEN.
I'll wash my mouth: where go thy kisses then?

DAPHNIS.
Wash, and return it- to be kissed again.

THE MAIDEN.
Go kiss your oxen, and not unwed maids.

DAPHNIS.
Ne'er boast; for beauty is a dream that fades.

THE MAIDEN.
Past grapes are grapes: dead roses ...

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First Idyll

Thyrsis:
That pine tree, goatherd, sings a rustling sweet
Beside the streams, and sweetly do you play
Your pipe. Behind Pan you'll take second prize.
If he take hornèd he-goat, you will take the she-,
If he take she-goat as his prize, to you falls he-,
And he-goat, 'til you milk him, has good meat.

Goatherd:

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