Epigrams, Greek; Greek poetry -- Translations into English
XXI
TO APHRODITE OF THE GOLDEN HOUSE
MOERO
Thou liest in the golden portico of Aphrodite, O grape-cluster filled
full of Dionysus' juice, nor ever more shall thy mother twine round
thee her lovely tendril or above thine head put forth her honeyed
leaf.
XXII
TO APHRODITE, BY CALLISTION
POSIDIPPUS
Thou who inhabitest Cyprus and Cythera and Miletus and the fair plain
of horse-trampled Syria, come graciously to Callistion, who never
thrust her lover away from her house's doors.
XXIII
TO APHRODITE, BY LAÏS
PLATO
I Laïs who laughed exultant over Greece, I who held that swarm of
young lovers in my porches, give my mirror to the Paphian; since such
as I am I will not see myself, and such as I was I cannot.
XXIV
TO APHRODITE, WITH A TALISMAN
AUTHOR UNKNOWN
Nico's wryneck, that knows how to draw a man even from overseas, and
girls out of their wedding-chambers, chased with gold, carven out of
translucent amethyst, lies before thee, Cyprian, for thine own
possession, tied across the middle with a soft lock of purple lamb's
wool, the gift of the sorceress of Larissa.
XXV
TO APHRODITE EUPLOIA
GAETULICUS
Guardian of the seabeach, to thee I send these cakes, and the gifts of
a scanty sacrifice; for to-morrow I shall cross the broad wave of the
Ionian sea, hastening to our Eidothea's arms. But shine thou
favourably on my love as on my mast, O Cyprian, mistress of the bride-
chamber and the beach.
XXVI
TO THE GOD OF CANOPUS
CALLIMACHUS
To the god of Canopus Callistion, wife of Critias, dedicated me, a
lamp enriched with twenty wicks, when her prayer for her child Apellis
was heard; and regarding my splendours thou wilt say, How art thou
fallen, O Evening Star!
XXVII
TO HERACLES, WITH A SHIELD
HEGESIPPUS
Receive me, O Heracles, the consecrated shield of Archestratus, that
leaning against thy polished portico, I may grow old in hearing of
dances and hymns; let the War-God's hateful strife be satisfied.
XXVIII
TO THE MILESIAN ARTEMIS
NICIAS
So I was destined, I also, once to abandon the hateful strife of Ares
and hear the maiden choirs around Artemis' temple, where Epixenus
placed me when white old age began to waste his limbs.
XXIX
TO ATHENE ERGANE
ANTIPATER OF SIDON
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