A Collection of Poems

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

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

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

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;

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 ...

Stay in town, little wight, Safe at home:

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 ...

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 G...

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...

Now here, now there, the wild waves sweep, Whilst we, betwixt them o'er the deep, In shatter'd tempest-beaten bark, With laboring ro...

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...

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.

Far richer he who dines on simple herbs, And knows the sweet delight of perfect health,

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 th...

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 muc...

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 fo...

Muses and Graces! daughters of high Jove,  When erst you left your glorious seats above  To bless the bridal of that wondrous pair,  Cadmus ...

Nature, with romantic monoty plans the spring of our life copying its own adolescent dreams.

Achilles’ wrath, to Greece the direful spring Of woes unnumber’d, heavenly goddess, sing! That wrath which hurl’d to Pluto’s gloomy reign Th...

Alas! alas! when in a garden fair   Mallows, crisp dill, or parsley yields to fate,   These with another year regerminate;