Agathias Poems

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1.
Plutarch

CHAERONEAN Plutarch, to thy deathless praise
Does martial Rome this grateful statue raise;
Because both Greece and she thy fame have shared,
(Their heroes written and their lives compared;)
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2.
Not Such Your Burden

Not such your burden, happy youths, as ours
Poor women-children nurtured daintily
For ye have comrades when ill-fortune lours,
To hearten you with talk and company;
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3.
Rhodanthe

Weeping and wakeful all the night I lie,
And with the dawn the grace of sleep is near,
But swallows flit about me with their cry,
And banish drowsihead and bring the tear.
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4.
To A Cat Which Had Killed A Favorite Bird

O CAT in semblance, but in heart akin
To canine raveners, whose ways are sin;
Still at my hearth a guest thou dar'st to be?
Unwhipt of Justice, hast no dread of me?
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5.
No Wine For Me

No wine for me!-Nay, an it be thy will,
Kiss first the goblet-I will drink my fill:
How may I, when thy lips have touched it, dare
Be sober still, and that sweet draught forswear:
For the cup steers the kiss from thee to me,
And tells me all the bliss it won of thee.
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6.
Bacchanal Eurynome

I, BACCHANAL Eurynome, to roam
The mountain wont, and bulls to overcome,
Who rent the lion, and with wild delight
Tossed the fierce head that could no more affright,
Now to thee, Bacchus (pardon!), all on fire
With Venus, and forsaking thy desire,
Suspend my clubs, and ivy-wreaths that graced
My wrists resign, with gold to be replaced.
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7.
Be Not Too Timorous

Be not too timorous, youth, nor strive to merit
Thy mistress' favour by a broken spirit;
Lift up thine eyes, boldly thy fair survey;
Yea, turn them, now and then, the other way:
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8.
My Partridge

My partridge, wand'rer from the hills forlorn,
Thy house, light-woven of the willow-bough
No more, thou patient one, shall know thee now;
And in the radiance of the bright-eyed morn
Shalt stretch and stir thy sun-kissed wings no more.
A cat struck off thy head-but all the rest
From out the glutton's envious grasp I tore!
Now may the earth lie heavy-so 'twere best
Upon thee, and not lightly, so that she
May ne'er drag forth these poor remains of thee.
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