Come, keep this Feast - Bishop Nektarios of Aegina

Come, keep this Feast, who holy things revere,
And with pure minds, your Lord adore with fear.

Love song - Bion of Phlossa

The Musses know no fear of the cruel Love; 
rather do their hearts befriend him greatly 
and their footsteps follow him close. 

Odysseus at home - Yiorgos Chouliaras

Using as everyone knows my cunning
I left my shadow at sea
and returned immediately to Ithaca.

Women’s Chorus - Aristophanes

They're always abusing the women,
As a terrible plague to men:
They say we’re the root of all evil,
And repeat it again and again;

Nemea 2 - Pindar

Even as the Homeridai, 
the rhapsode singers of stories, for the greater part 
begin with a prelude to Zeus, so this man also 
is given his first choral for victory in the sacred games at Nemea 
in Zeus' grove, the much-besung. 

Stay in town - Julianus antecessor

Stay in town, little wight,
Safe at home:

Hymn to Adonis - Praxilla

The most beautiful thing I leave behind is the sun’s light; 

second, the shining stars and the moon’s face; 

also ripe cucumbers and apples and pears.

Penitence - Andrew of Crete

Whence shall my tears begin?
What first-fruits shall I bear
Of earnest sorrow for my sin?
Or how my woes declare?
O thou! the Merciful and Gracious One!
Forgive the foul transgressions I have done.

The Surpassing of Danger - Yannis Ritsos

Every so often a star or a voice

falls so deep, that he supports himself

on the railing of the balcony or holding a hand

(if there is a hand) lest he collapse inside himself.

The Storm - Alcæus of Mytilene

Now here, now there, the wild waves sweep,

Whilst we, betwixt them o'er the deep,

In shatter'd tempest-beaten bark,

With laboring ropes are onward driven,

Ode 4 - Odysseus Elytis

A solitary swallow	*	and Spring's great worth is found
It takes a lot of work	*	to make the sun tum round
Their shoulders to the Wheels	*	it takes a thousand dead
It also takes the living	*	to offer up their blood.

From: The Divine Pymander - Hermes Mercurius Trismegistus

A book have I written —

Not mine, but the book of the world;

For her sake

And the sake of her God,

Have I written these things.

True Riches - Hesiod

Far richer he who dines on simple herbs,

And knows the sweet delight of perfect health,

Pythia 7 - Pindar

The great city of Athens is the loveliest

invocation, to cast down as foundation stone for the song

to magnify the wide-flung strength of the sons of Alkmaion, and their victory with horses.

What country could you live in? what habitation? 

and name one more conspicuous for all Hellas to attend.

Prometheus Unbound, 716-818 - Aeschylus

Well, since you are bent on this,
I will not refuse to proclaim all that you still crave to know.
First, to you, Io, will I declare your much-vexed wandering,
and may you engrave it on the recording tablets of your mind.

Scheme - Takis Papatsonis

There is no brighter thing than Truth.

Do you search with love and madness to find her?

Is your research fruitful like the Night,

knowing for sure that the Sun will burst pompously?

Song - Theognis of Megara

Muses and Graces! daughters of high Jove, 

When erst you left your glorious seats above 

To bless the bridal of that wondrous pair, 

Cadmus and Harmonia fair, 

Ye chanted forth a divine air: 

The Single Minded Nature - Katerina Anghelaki-Rooke

Nature, with romantic monoty

plans the spring of our life

copying its own adolescent dreams.

Achilles’ wrath, to Greece the direful spring (The Iliad, book I) - Homer

Achilles’ wrath, to Greece the direful spring

Of woes unnumber’d, heavenly goddess, sing!

That wrath which hurl’d to Pluto’s gloomy reign

The souls of mighty chiefs untimely slain;

Whose limbs unburied on the naked shore,

Devouring dogs and hungry vultures tore.

Since great Achilles and Atrides strove,

Such was the sovereign doom, and such the will of Jove!

Alas! alas! when in a garden fair - Moschus

Alas! alas! when in a garden fair

  Mallows, crisp dill, or parsley yields to fate,

  These with another year regerminate;