FROA-THE GARDEN OP liEllA BY LILLA CAB or PEPPY THE LIBRARY OF THE UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA LOS ANGELES T C^^ (K^ J2j^-^ \^ajLj^^^^^ Vv^v-^- VltiU Ov A^^l^J^- FROM THE GARDEN OF HELLAS FROM THE GARDEN OF HELLAS TRANSLATIONS INTO VERSE FROM THE GREEK ANTHOLOGY BY LILLA CABOT PERRY NEW YORK UNITED STATES BOOK COMPANY Sl'CCESSORS TO JOHN W. LOVELL COMPANY 150 WORTH ST., COR. MISSION PLACE Copyright, i8yi, BY .UNITED STATES BOOK COMPANY. « • • • • • • .* • • • • • « •> • • • • ♦ • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • * • • « • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • * « • 4 • • » • • • • • • • • • • • • • * • ■ • • * • • •• • » • o • • • • • • • • * • • • • • • • • • • • • • « • • • .* • • . . ... « » • • • • • • « • • « • • • * • • • • • ••* . . . . •..' • .* .. • * -•• • ••• • » ' • • • • • • • - • • • • • • • • •« 3 6-2,3 TO JAMES EUSSELL LOWELL. Life's brightest memories around you cling. Child, girl, and woman, I have loved you long. My friend, my poet, if I too may sing, To you is dedicate my wreath of song. Yet it should be of fairer flowers than grow Within my garden wall. This wreath I twine In Beauty's fields, where deathless blossoms glow, The hand that gathers them alone is mine. 487GG.'J INDEX OF EPIGRAMS IN THE ORDER FOUND IN TEE PALATINE ANTHOLOGY. BOOK V. EPIGRAM PAGE 11. Anonymous . 40 15. Rufinus 31 24. Pliilodemus 93 48. Eufinus 32 57. Meleager . 1 59. Arcliias 109 66. Rufinus 32 67. Capito 105 70. Rufinus 33 74. Rufinus 34 84. Anonymous 40 89. Marcus Argentarius 83 92. Rufinus 35 vi INDEX OF EPIGRAMS. EPIGEAM PAGE 108. Crinagoras 101 118. Marcus Argentarius 83 ^ 13G. Meleager . . 1 139. Meleager 2 lil. Meleager 2 142. Anonymous 40 143. Meleager 3 144. Meleager 3 145. Asclepiades 107 147. Meleager 4 148. Meleager 4 155. Meleager 4 163. Meleager 5 170. Nossis . . . • 90 171. Meleager 5 178. Meleager 6 182. Meleager 7 189. Asclepiades 107 221. Paul the Silentiary 127 230. Paul the Silentiaiy 128 231. Macedonius Ill 237. Agathias 48 INDEX OF EPIGRAMS. vn EPIGRAM ^^^^ 211. Paul the Silentiary 129 250. Paul tlie Silentiary 130 254. Paul the Silentiary 131 256. Paul the Silentiary 132 261. Agathias 49 270. Paul the Silentiary . . ... . . 133 284. Eufinus 35 292. Agathias ^0 293. Paul the Silentiary 13^ 298. Julian of Egypt 62 301. Paul the Silentiary 135 BOOK VI. 18. Julian of Egypt 63 19. Julian of Egypt 63 119. Moero of Byzantium 28 226. Leonidas 20 253. Crinagoras 102 302. Leonidas 20 329. Leonidas 21 345. Crinagoras 103 viii INDEX OF EPIGRAMS. r.PIGRAM PAGE 353. Nossis 90 355. Leonidas 22 BOOK VII. 1. Plato 123 8. Antipater of Siclon 44 13. Leonidas, or Meleager 23 14. Antipater of Sidon 45 22. Simmias of Thebes 38 43. Ion 86 45. Tliucydides 30 47. Anonymous . 120 80. Callimaclius 108 96. Diogenes Laertius ...... 136 129. Diogenes Laertius 137 132. Anonymous 120 137. Anonymous . . . . . . . 122 155. Anonymous 121 161. Antipater of Sidon 46 173. Diotimus, or Leonidas 87 174. Erycius 36 INDEX OF EPIGRAMS. ix EPIGRAM PAGE 178. Dioscoiides of Nicopolis 98 180. Apollonides 112 182. Meleager 8 190. Anyte, oi- Leonidas 113 191. iU-chias 109 192. Mnasalcas 99 195. Meleager 9 198. Leonidas 24 201. Pampbilus 78 203. Simmias 39 204. Agatbias 51 207. Meleager 10 215. Anyte HJ^ 220. Agatbias 52 227. Diotimus 88 229. Dioscorides 92 2-30. Eryciu.s 37 23G. Antipater 16 253. Simonides 94 255. ^scbylus 117 25G. Plato 123 258. Simonides 94 X INDEX OF EPIGRAMS. EPIGRAM PAGK 277. Callimacbus 108 278. Archias 110 281. Heraclides 100 287. Antipater 16 300. Simonides 95 303. Antipater of Sidon 46 307. Paul the Silentiaiy 185 315. Zenodotus, or Ehiauiis 61 316. Leonidas, or Antipater 25 340. Anonymous 55 346. Anonymous 79 367. Antipater of Sidon 47 385. Philip of Thessalonica 75 387. Bianor of Bithynia 106 399. Antiphilus 115 404. Zonas of Sardis 29 434. Dioscorides . . . . . . . 92 461. Meleager 10 464. Antipater 17 469. Ch^remon 104 475. Diotimus 89 476. Meleager 11 INDEX OF EPIGRAMS. XI EPIGRAM PAGE 483. Anoiiymo\is 79 496. Simonides 96 536. Alcicus of Mityleno 116 538. Anyte Ill 548. Leonidas of Alexaiidiin 27 554. Philip of Thessaloiiica 76 558. Anonymous 80 565. Julian of Egypt 64 569. Agatliias • 52 571. Leontius Scliolasticus 41 576. Julian of Egypt 64 580. Julian of Egypt 64 581. Julian of Egypt 65 582. Julian of Egypt 65 587. Julian of Egypt 590. Julian of Egypt 599. Julian of Egypt 66 66 591. Julian of Egypt 67 594. Julian of Egypt 67 597. Julian of Egypt 68 68 601. Julian of Egypt 69 602. Agatliias ^^ xii INDEX OF EPIGRAMS. EPIGRAM PAGE 633. Criuagoras 103 647. Simonides 96 669. Plato 124 676. Anonymous 55 696. ArcLias of Mitylene 91 712. Erinna 19 713. Antipater 18 717. Anonymous 56 721. Chjeremon 104 723. Anonymous 73 731. Leonidas 26 737. Anonymous 73 BOOK IX. 7. Julius Polysenus 77 71. Antiphilus 82 87. Marcus Argentarius 84 143. Antipater 42 151. Antipater 43 153. Agatliias 54 161. Marcus Argentarius 84 INDEX OF EPIGRAMS. xiu EPIGRAM PAGE 231. Antipater of Siclon 4:7 333. Muasalcas 99 863. Meleager 12 517. Antijoatei' of Thessalonica 57 526. Alpbeus of Mitylene 59 575. Philip of Thessalonica 76 654 Julian of Egypt 69 661. Julian of Egypt 70 823. Plato 124: BOOK X. 1. Leonidas . • 26 4. Marcus Argentaiius S5 123. ^sop 118 BOOK XI. 40. Antistius 58 43. Zonas of Sardis 29 53. Anonymous 74 364. Bianor of Bitliynia 100 391, Lucilliua ^^ XIV INDEX OF EPIGRAMS. BOOK xn. EPIGRAM PAGE 47. Meleager 14 BOOK XVI. (Appendix Planud I.) 13. Plato ......... 125 BOOK XVI. (Appendix Planud IV.) 129. Anonymous 74 130. Julian of Egypt 70 134. Meleager . . .* 14 203. Julian of Egypt 71 204. Simonides 97 207. Palladas 119 210. Plato 126 212. Alpheus of Mitylene CO 213. Meleager 15 BOOK XVI. (Appendix Planud VH.) 388. Julian of Egypt 72 ANTH. GR^C. APR, BOOK II. 17. iEschylus 117 TRANSLATOR'S PREFACE. There have been many translations, in whole or in part, in verse or in prose, of that wondeiiul collection of the inscriptions, epigrams, and love- songs of Ancient Greece — a literature in itself knoTVTi as the Greek Anthology. In prose, however, there is lost much of the delicate fragi-ance and charm of these artfully devised, concise, significant poems. In. verse, on the other hand, there has been admitted too much poetic license, and the simple phrases of the Greek have been too often elaborated and decorated, when they were not mistranslated or distorted, to fit the exigencies of rhyme and please a different poetic taste. It has also been the custom to select for translation only those epigrams that are most modem in sentiment, only those that would gen- xvi TRANSLATOR'S PREFACE. erally be deemed the most poetic. In this way one misses the infinite variety of the Anthology, its representative quality, its contrasting notes of personality, its kaleidoscopic harmony of local color. This small book is an attempt at a selection that shall be fairly representative of all the many classes of poems, except those that, for obvious reasons, are untranslatable, and in every case the translator has aimed at literal fidelity to the original. To have imitated the Greek metres would have been a rash experiment in English, and even if successful would have been monot- onous. It has therefore been deemed ad%dsable to use, instead of metres familiar to the ancients, those familiar to ourselves. FROM THE GARDEN OF HELLAS. EPIGRAMS FROM THE PALATINE ANTHOLOGY. MELEAGEE. Book V., Epigram 57. That buttei-fly, my soul, if thou wouldst bum, O cruel Love ! too often with thy flame, Itself has wings to fly and ne'er return. Book V., Epigram 136. Poiu- to the health of Heliodora, pour Again to Heliodora, and once more. Her sweet name mingling with each cup of wine. From floAvers of yesterday a garland twine DcAvy with peiiumes to her memory. Love's roses weep that she is not with me ! MELEAGER. Book V., Epigkam 139. By the god Pan of Arcady I vow Sweet is thy singing, Zenophil, and thou Sweetly can'st play the lyre. — Where can I flee From all thy various charms besieging me ? Not for a moment will they let me rest. Now 'tis thy slender form in beauty drest, Now 'tis thy voice, thy gi'ace. T\liat do I say ? It is i\\jselfiox whom I bmii alway ! Book V., Epigkam 141. Yes, I call on Love to witness, I would rather lend my ear To the voice of Heliodora Than Apollo's music hear ! MELEAQER. Book V., Epigram 143. On Heliodora's head tlie loveliest wreath Pales by the beauties that are seen beneath. Book V., Epigram 144. Now the white \iolet once more is here And the narcissus, lover of the rain ; And HHes on the hills are come again. But there's a flower of flowers to lovers dear, More fi'agi'ant than them all, for like a rose Her opening charms doth Zenophil disclose. In vain, O fields ! your beauties you display, All your gay smiUng flowers you show in vain. Who once that lovely child meets by the way Nor heeds nor sees your ^vTcathed charms again. MELEAOEB. Book V., Epigkam 147. The violet white and laughing lilies I Weave with the myrtle and narcissus shy, And the sweet crocus with them do I twine, And hyacinth as purple as rich wine, And roses, flowers that lovers find most fair ; So that my wreath, by Heliodora's grace, I may upon her perfumed temples place And crown with flowers her richly curling hair. Book V., Epigram 148. Surely, while talking, Heliodora may Surpass the Graces' selves in grace some day ! Book V , Epigram 155. Heliodora ! Love hath fashioned thee From out my very heart. Heliodora, sweet-voiced, unto me As my soul's soul thou art. MELEAGEB. Book V., Epigram 163. O Bee ! why toueliest Heliodora's cheek ? Feaster ou flowers ! why leav'st the cups of spring ? Would'st have me know that she too feels of Love The sweet, the unendurable, bitter sting ? Thus say'st thou, loved of lovers ? Then begone ! Depart ! for long thy message have I known ! Book V., Epigram 171. The cup laughs with joy to be touched, as she sips. By the eloquent mouth of the fair Zenophil. All, happy the cup ! How I long for those lips That my whole heai-t and soul in a breath they may steal ! MELEAQER. Book V., Epigram 178. " LOVE FOR SALE." Wlio'll buy liim, sleeping in liis mother's arms ? Wlio'llbuy? ^^aio'llbuy? How dare I clierish liim who only harms ? That will not I. Two wings, one snub nose, ten shai-p-scratching nails. Who'll buy? Who'll buy? Sometimes he laughs, or if that naught avails, Why then he'll cry. A mule, a chatterbox, sharp-eyed and wild, A very monster is this cruel child ; E'en in his mother's pain he finds his joy. Come ! Some out-going merchant buy the boy ! But now he pleads, he weeps, — cheer up, then. See ! I'll sell thee not, stay Avith Zenophile ! MELEAGER. Book V., Epigram 182. Tell her tliis, Dorcas ! Tell her once again, A third time, Dorcas, tell her everything. Run, don't delay, fly ! Wait a minute, ^\'ait A moment longer, Dorcas ! ^Aliither haste Before the whole thou know'st ? Add only this To what I said before, — but trifle not. Say, only say — no, Dorcas, tell her all. Why should I send you, Dorcas, for with you I go myself ? My message I precede. MELEAOER. Book VII., Epigram 182. At the bride's gates the lotos flutes were sounding All yesterday, doors swinging to and fro. This mom for Clearista all are weeping, Their song of Hymen changed to dirge of woe. Her bridegroom, Death ; she'll have no other wedding. For him she looseneth her -vdrgin zone. The very torches for her bridal burning Shall light her trembling feet to Acheron. MELEAOER. Book VII., Epigram 195. Cicada, you wlio chase away desire. Cicada, who beguile oiu" sleepless hours, You song-^\'inged muse of meadows and of flowers, "Wlio are the natural mimic of the lyre, Chirp a familiar melody and sweet, My weight of sleepless care to drive away ; Youi' love-beguiling time to me now play, Striking yom- prattling wings Avith yom- dear feet. In early morning I'll bring gifts to you Of garlic ever fresh and di'ops of dew. MELEAGER. Book VII., Epigram 207. ON A HAEE. From my mother's teats tliey tore me, Little long-eared hare, and bore me, "The swift-footed, from her breast. Phanium, soft-handed, fed me On sirring flowers and nourished me, Fondling in her lap to rest. No more for my mother sighing Feasting daintily, then dying ; I by too much food was slain. And she buried me with weeping Near her house, that she, while sleeping, Me in dreams might see again. Book VII., Epigram 461. Lightly, O Mother Earth ! on (Esigenes rest : Lightly his foot on thee was ever pressed. 10 MELEAGEB. Book VIT., Epigram 476. TO HELIODOEA. Heliodora, tears that pierce the earth, The last gift of my loYe, receive from me Beyond the gi-ave ; tears shed most bitterly ! Alas ! Upon thy tomb there is no dearth Of tears, that in past joy have had their birth, Poured in libation to the memory Of faithful love, thus consecrate to thee, To thee, though dead, my only thing of worth. TMiere is my flower that Hades plucked? Ah! where? An idle sacrifice to Acheron ! Dust now defiles its petals blooming fair, Hades hath stolen her, hath stolen her ! All-mother Earth, I pray thee, gently bear Upon thy breast one whom all Aveep, now gone ! 11 MELEAGER. Book IX., Epigram 363. TO SPBING. The gusty winter from the sky now clears, Sprmg with her rosy hom-s Comes bringing smiles and flowers, And sombre earth in fresh young green appears. And all the budding plants new leaves adorn. The roses open, while The fields greet with a smile The tender dew that's brought them by the morn. The shepherd, joyous on the mountain height. Upon his pipe now plays His songs and roundelays, And goatherds in their snowy kids delight. The harmless zephyr fills the swelling sail, The wind the sailor craves Now sweeps o'er the broad waves. While on the shore is heard a distant "Hail! " 13 MELEAGER. " Hail, Dionysus, patron of the gi-ape ! " From those whose temples twine The blossoms of the vine. Then from the shaggy herd the bees escape, And cluster on the beehives, fashioning Their white and beauteous cells, From which fresh honey wells. Ai'ound the house are swallows t-odttering, And clear-voiced birds are singing everj^here. Along the river side, Where swans sedately glide, And kingfishers are darting through the air. At dark the nightingale no more is mute. Since bees and birds find voice, And thick-fleeced sheep rejoice To hear the shepherd pipe upon his flute. Since now the Bacchic choruses outring, And leaves and plants are glad, And many a sailor lad, Should not I too sing beauty in the spring ? 19 MELEAQER. Book XII., Epigram 47. Yet in his mother's lap, at break of day, A baby throwing dice, Love played my soul away. Book XVI., Epigram 134. (Appendix Planud.) ON A STATUE OF NIOBE. O Niobe ! thou child of Tantalus ! Give ear thou must to me, A messenger of grief ; most piteous My tidings unto thee ! For Phoebus' fatal an'ows did'st thou bear Thy noble sons, ah me ! Unloose, unloose the band that binds thy hair ! Alas ! e'en more I see. 14 MELEAGER. For on thy dauglitei-s who to thee have fled The wave of death o'ertlows : This one across thy knees is l}ing dead, And that one crouching knows Not where she may escape the avenging dart. One from still living eye TiuTis a last look at thee, while on thy heart One but finds leave to die. And thou, the mother, who thy speech's flood Checked not and must atone. With grief and horror all thy flesh and blood Is frozen into stone. Book XVI., Epigram 213. (Appendix Plaimd.) I'll flee thee, Love, to my last breath. Though swift thy A^ngs, though sharp thy ar- rows. Yet what avails it ? Even Death KnoAN's tliee, since Pluto felt thy soitows. 15 ANTIPATER Book VII., EriGRAM 23G. Not of Tliemistocles * am I the tomb ; No ! A Magnesian momiment I am To the migrateful rancor of the Greeks. Book VII., Epigram 287. Albeit I am dead, this cruel sea Disturbs me. Lysis, buried 'neatli a rock, Breaking upon my silent tomb with shock Of heavy, booming waves pursuing me. Wliy did you place me near this ocean ? Why ? For not in stately pleasure-ships of cost, But in a humble merchant's boat I tossed, And where I sought my living did but die. * Tliemistocles died in exile at Magnesia. 16 AN TIP AT ER. Book VII., Epigram 464. Ai'etemias, wlien, from the infernal bark Thy foot thou placedst on Cocytus' shore, Bearing in thy young arms thy new-bom babe. The lovely Dorian girls, all pitiful At hearing of thy fate, would question thee. And then through tears thou utter'dst these sad words : " Twin children have I brought into the world ; One "svith my husband, Euphron, did I leave, This other I bring with me to the dead." J7 ANTIPATEB. Book VII., Epigram 713. Few were thy words, Erinna, few thy songs, And yet in them the Muses found delight ! We lesser singers, in unnumbered throngs, Perish and are forgotten ; but the night Of black oblivion, with shadowy wing, Ne'er sweeps thy gentle image from our sight. Sweeter the swan's faint song than chattering Of noisy daws, scattered on clouds of spring. IS EKINNA. Book VII., Epigram 712. I am the tomb of Baucis, the young bride. Who passes near this tear-besprinkled stone, " Thou art a jealous god, O Death ! " makes moan^ "When he the fair memorials hath espied And they have shown him Baucis' cruel fate, HoAV those same torches lit the maiden's bier Which unto Hymen first enkindled were, And how the songs sung for her bridal state Sank into wailing cries for one so dear ! * * See Leonidas, Book VII., Epigram 13, p. 23. 19 LEONID AS. Book VI., Epigram 236. This is the little farm of Cliton ; his These naiTow f uitows for the sowing are ; This little wood for cutting twigs is his, And his this somewhat scanty vine. Ah, well ! Here Cliton passed his fom- times twenty years. Book VI., Epigram 302, Dust-loving mouse, go, scamper from my cot ! The meagre pantry of Leonidas, Contenting him, for thee sulficeth not. Two rolls with salt, such is the fare he has, Nor asks he better than his father's lot. What seekest thou then here, thou dainty mouse ? Thou would'st despise the food whereon I dined. So hurry off ; go try my neighbor's house, For here is naught ; there thou'lt abundance find .' 20 LEONIDAS. Book VI., Epigram 329. One, crystal ; and one silver brings, One, topazes of cost, For tliy birthday fit offerings These jewels rich they boast. But, Agi'ippina, take from me Two verses that I wTite. A hmnble gift I bring to thee That envy cannot spite. 21 LE0NIDA8. Book VI., Epigram 355. Reject not, Bacchus, this poor offering A needy mother's ignorant hands have made. This unskilled picture of my boy I bring. Of my Mikythos, asking for thine aid. All ! prosper him, nor let me be afraid ! Though beggarly the gift, despise not thou My starving poverty, and hear my vow ! 22 LEONID AS, or- MELEAGER. Book VII., Epigram 13, EPITAPH ON EEINNA. The maiden ! Tlie yoimg singer ! Like a bee Stealing the sweets the Muses' flowers among, Erinna ! All too tnily hast thou sung : " Thou art a jealous god, O Death ! " * Didst thou foresee How soon thou wert the bride of death to be ? * See Eiinna, Book VII. , Epigram 712, p. 19. LEONID AS. Book VII., Epigram 198. EPITAPH ON A PET LOCUST. What if small, O passer-by ! Be this stone ! 'tis mine yon see. What if it you scarce descry ! Phileenida gave it me. Praise her that she held me dear, Me, her little locust, singing, "WTiether in the stubble here Or amid the bushes winging. Two long years she loved me well, Loved my drowsy lullaby ; Me e'en dead did not repel, As these verses testify. 24 LEONID AS, or ANTIPATEE. Book VII., Epigram 316. Utter no words, but pass me by In silence, nor ask who I be ; Nor seek to know whose son was I. E'en silently approach not me, Go far around and come not nigh ! 35 LEONIDAS. Book VII., Epigram 731. As hangs the ^due upon the garden wall, On my dry staff I hang, and hear Deatli call : "Be not deaf. Gorges, for what boots it thee, Three or four summers, basking lazily In sunshine here to lengthen out life's span ? " Speaking these simple words, the old, old man Betook him to the last home of us aU. Book X., Epigram 1. 'Tis time to sail ! The chattering swallow's here, 'Neath Zej)hyr's touch the fields are blossoming ; The boiling waves have smooth'd themselves once more, Rough winds are turned to breezes soft of spring. Set sail ! Set sail ! Up anchors and away ! For I, Priapus, sailors all command That they set sail with goods for every land. LEOXIDAS OF ALEXA^^DEIA. Book VII., Epigram 548. Daimon of Ai*gos, iu this tomb now lying, Was lie the brother of Daceoteles? Of Deceoteles. Did echo, sighing, Kepeat these words ? or words of tnith are these ? S^^if t comes the answer : Words of truth are these. 27 MOEKO OF BYZANTIUM. Book VI., Epiguam 119. On Aphrodite's golden porch ye lie, O juicy clustering grapes ! The parent vine No more shall shelter you with honeyed leaf, Nor evermore sweet tendrils round you twine. 23 Z0NA8 OF S.^DIS. Book VII., Epigraji 404. Sand from the water's edge on thy cold head And on thine icy body I will heap, For on thy grave thy mother may not weep. Nor see thy ocean-beaten body dead. The lonely and inhospitable shore Of the ^gean caught thee from the wave. Receive my many tears and this poor grave. For thou shalt sail these perilous seas no more Book XI., Epigram 43. Give me the cup wrought from the self-same clay Which bore me and shall cover me some day. 80 THUCYDIDES. Book VII., Epigram 45. The great Euripides lias for liis tomb All Hellas, tliongli tlie Macedonian eartli Contains his ashes, since Death found him there. Hellas of Hellas, Athens was his home. Thence came the verses that have charmed all hearts And have won every mouth to sing his praise. 30 EUriNUS. Book V., Epigbam 15. ^Tiere is Praxiteles ? and wliere, oil ! where The hand of Polycleitos who could give Such grace to marble as should make it live ? Who now shall carve Melite's lovely hair, Her glo"s\'ing eyes, her neck so dazzling fair ? Gone are the artists, gone the sculptors now Such beauty ^ntll fit temple to endow, As if an image of the gods it were. 81 BUFINUS. Book V., Epigram 48. Brighter tlian gold tliiue eyes, thy cheeks are clearer Than purest crystal is ; thy mouth so sweet Is like the reddest rose, but onl}^ dearer. Thy breast is marble, and thy snowy feet Like silvery Thetis' are ; and if thy hair Shows too some silver in its threads, why should I care ? Book V. , Epigram 66. Meeting by chance my Prodice alone, I clasp her lovely knees and her implore : " Save one whose life through thee is nearly o'er, And sweeten v/hat remains, beloved one ! " Do^Ti fall her tears on hearing what I say, But gently her soft hands push me away. RUFINUS. Book V., EriCRAw 70. Thine is all Cypris' loveliness, Persuasion's lips are thine ; Thy body is the blossoming Of the sj)ring hoiu-s divine. Thy tones are like CallioiDe's, Themis herself so bore, Thy hands Athene's are, my love, Thou mak'st the Graces four. EUFINU8. Book V., Epigram 74. O Ehodocleia ! tliis wreatli I send to thee, "Wliicli I myself of fairest blossoms wove : A lily, rosebud, an anemone. And a narcissus witli the dew still wet, A deeply-tinted purple violet ; And crowned with these less proud shalt thou be made ; Though fair as they, like them thou too must fade. 34 RUFINUS. Book V., Epigram 92. In all her beauty, proud is liiiodope ; With brows uplifted she Scornful retiuiis my greeting when we meet. Angry, 'neath haughty feet She treads the wi'eaths I hang above her door. Come, ^^Tinkles, and, yet more. Come, pitiless old age ! Come, hasten ye, Come bend proud Ehodope. Book V., Epigram 284. AJl, all of you I love, save yoiu: too kindly eyes, That something find to love in men whom I despise. * It was the custom of Greek lovers to hang wreaths above their mistresses' door. 86 EEYOIUS. Book YII., Epigram 174. No more upon tliy flute, Tlierimaclius, Beside the lofty plain thy shepherd's song Thou'lt tmie ! Thy homed herds will hear no more Sweet reedy melodies, while 'neath the shade Of the broad oak thou liest. For thou art gone ! Slain by the deadly whirlwind's thunder-blast, And homeward late the hiu-rying kine return, Harassed upon their path by diiving sleet. so ERTCIUS. Book VII., Epigram 230. When, a deserter from the bloody field. Thy weapons tlu'own behmd, Demetrius, Thou to thy mother didst retiun, herseK She pierced thy heart with murderous steel and cried : " Die ! that no shame upon thy coimtry fall ! Mine be the fault, not Sparta's, if I have Suckled a shameless coward at my breast." 87 SIMMIAS OF THEBES. Book VII., Epigram 22. Quietly, o'er tlie tomb of Sopliocles, Quietly, ivy, creep vdth. tendrils green ; And roses, ope your petals everywhere, While dewy shoots of grapevine peep between. Upon the wise and honeyed poet's gTave Whom Muse and Grace theii- richest treasures gave. 38 Book VII., Epigram 203. TO A DEAD P.MITRIDGE. Ko more from deepest thicket floats Thy call, to lead thy mottled comrades on, Bird of the woods ! no more thy flute-like notes To shadiest paths invite ; for thou art gone ThyseK along the path to Acheron. yj ANONYMOUS. Book V., Epigram 11. Cytherea, you who cherish Those in jeopardy by sea, If I, wi-ecked on dry land, perish. Goddess, will you not save me? Book V., Epigram 84. Would I a rose might be, In faintest crimson di*essed. That you might gather me And i^lace on your white breast. Book V., Epigram 142. Does the rose crown Diouysius, Or Dionysius crown the rose? Ah yes ! The wearer crowns the crown, Wliich but his beauty shows. 40 LEONTKTS SCHOLASTICUS. Book VII., Epigram 571. When Oi-plieus died, although of him bereft, Music lived still. But Plato,* diest thou, The LjTre dies with thy dying, naught is left Of the old lays that in thy heart and hands found life till now. * Plato, a since forgotten musician. •n ANTIPATEK. Book IX., Ei'igiiam 143. ON A STATUE OF APHRODITE BY THE SEASHORE, Small indeed is tliis my home, Here where dashes the Avhite foam On the shore. But I love it and rejoice In the distant threatening voice Of ocean's roar. Sailors, too, for help at sea Or in love here come to me And im23lore. 49 AN TIP AT Eli. Book IX., Epigram 151. Where is thy beauty gone, Thy far-famed beauty, Doric Corinth ? "^Miere Thy ancient splendor and thy crovvoi Of towers that rose in air ? Thy matrons of the race Of Sisyphus, nor countless throngs I see, For now, unhappy one, no trace Is left of them and thee. "War has laid bare the spot Whence palaces and temples all are gone ; And we, the Nereids, wliom death touches not. We weep thee here alone. 43 ANTIPATER OF SIDON. Book VII., Epigram 8. No more, rocks, treas, and savage beasts subdued Sliall bend, O Orpheus ! 'neath tliy gentle spell, Swayed to thy will against their customs rude. The raging winds, the roaring ocean's swell, The swirling snow and hail slialt thou no more Rule with thy voice's miisic. Thou art dead, AVept by the daughters of Mnemosyne ! And, fellow mortals, how dare we deplore The death of earthly children when we see The bitterest tears Calliope doth shed Cannot avail her son from death to free ! 44 AJSTIPATER OF SIDON. Book VII., Epigram 14. Land of iEolia, Sappho dost thou hide, That mortal singer who wdth Muses sang, And who, by Cypris and by Eros bred, "With Peitho wove the never-dying cro"\vTi Of the Pierides, the joy of Greece, That made thy glory too ? O fateful three ! ^Tio on your shuttles weave the web of life, Why wove ye not a life perdm'able For her who gave undying gifts of song ? 45 AN TIP AT ER OF SI DON. Book VIL, Epigram 161. A. Bird, messenger of Zeus, gi-eat Clironos' sou. How do you dare to perch, so proud, upon The tomb of glorious Aiistomenes ? B. Because I would all other mortals tell He them siu'passed as I do birds excel, And he was king of those as I of these ! The timid doves to cowards' graves may cliug ; This hero's courage proudly wiU I sing ! Book VII., Epigram 303. Cleodoras, the baby yet unweaned. Strove with his tiny feet the deck to tread. When, 'neatli fierce Boreas' blast the ship careened And ocean's waves his life extinguished. Ino ! you pitied not this little one As young as Melicertes, your own son ! 40 ANTIPATER OF SIDOI^. Book VII,, Epigr^ui 367. * * * Egerius compassionate ! For lie is dead ; and pity too his bride ! On eyes that still sought hers a dark cloud fell, Extinguishing then- light, and life as well. The en\ious torch let fade, as fades his breath. Though lit by son-owing Hymen and exultant Death. Book IX., Epigram 231. Bound my dry stalk the circling tendiils twine, And with another's leaves I'm budding seen. Once did my spreading branches shield this vine, Its roots protecting, when I too was gi-een. Choose such a mistress who, when you are dead, Shall thus repay the love you lavished. AGATHIAS. Book V., Epigram 237. All thro' the night I weep, Till comes the soothing dawn, Granting my weariness a little rest ; But swallows twittering Again awake to tears, Bhodanthe fills with sorromng thoughts my breast. Yom' envious chattering, O Birds, I pray you cease ; I did not steal the tongue of Philomel. Go weep for Italus Among the rocks and caves, And 'mid the mountains the sad story tell. On the wild hoopoe's nest Go find a stormy perch, And leave me thus to sleep a little space. And then perchance in dreams Bhodanthe I may see, Aiid she may hold me in her arms' embrace. AGATHIAS. Book V., Epigram 261.* I love not wine, but shouldst thou wish That I its slave might be Thou needest but to taste the cup Then hand it back to me. Wine that thy lips have lightly touched The steadiest head would turn. And yet from such sweet cup-bearer The wdne how could I spurn ? For unto me that cup would bring From thy dear lips a kiss, And while I drank would softly tell How it received such bliss. * It was upon this epigram that Ben Jonson built his '• Drink to me only with thine eyes." 49 AG AT HI AS. Book V., Epigram 292.* TO PAUL THE SILENTIAEY. Here the green meadow and tlie blossoming bougli Show all the beauty of the fruitful year ; 'Neath shady cypresses are singing now Bird mothers, brooding o'er their nestlings dear ; From thickets rough the gentle tm^tles coo, And goldfinches out-twitter loud and clear. But where can I find joy apart from you And that shy maiden whom I hold most dear? A double love home calls me from these shores. Alas ! Law keeps me from her side and yom-s. * Written by Agatliias to Paul the Silentiary when absent on law business. For the answer, see p. 134. 50 AQ AT HI AS. Book VII., Epigram 204. ON A DEAD PARTKIDGE. Exiled from thy rocks and bushes, Luckless Partridge, now no more In thy slender cage of willow Shalt thou flutter as before. Nor shalt warm thy wings \dbrating In the glowing light of mom, For thy head from feathered shoulders By the cruel cat was torn. From her gluttony to save thee Though I seized thee all too late, Yet these dear remains I rescued From her maw insatiate. Not too lightly, earth, I pray thee, Lie upon my slaughtered pet, Or, -wdtli greedy clawe a-scratching, His rcuiaiiis she still may get ! AG AT BIAS. Book VII., Epigram 220. Lais ! A wayside tomb showed me this name As I along the road to Corinth passed. I weeping said : " Ah woman ! thou who wast The tortm-e of young hearts, although by fame Alone I knew thee, now my tears thou hast ! Since thy rare beauty 'neath the earth hath passed, And Lethe to thy loveliness lays claim." Book VII., Epigram 569, Go tell my husband, prithee, passer-by, If to my country, Thessaly, thou come, That I am dead and that upon the shore Of Bosphoras within my gTave I lie ; And beg him that he build there at my home. To keep me in his mind forevermore, To me, his wedded wife, an empty tomb. 52 AQATHIAS. Book VII., Epigram 602. Eustatliias, still thou art beautiful, But thou art wax, I see ; No more sweet words on thy lips dwell "VMiose roses faded be. Alas ! alas ! mere dust of earth Ere fifteen years are gone, And what availed thy father's wealth, And what thy grandsire's throne ? "Whoever sees thine image now Must cruel Death upbraid That 'neath his touch such brilliant glow Of loveliness should fade. 63 AGATIIIAS. Book IX., Epigram 153. TO TEOY. O city ! where are now those walls of thine ? Thy rich and splendid temples, where are they, With herds of bulls * that to the gods were slain ? The alabaster urns of Cy23ris where? And where her tmiic woven all of gold ? Wliere is thy own Athene's image now? Ah ! mighty fate, and war, and flowing time Have stript thee of them all, and changed thy lot. To such an end has envious Fate thee brought ! But thy great name no power of hers can hide, Thy glory shall live on for evermore. * In the ancient temples the skulls of bulls and sheep slain in sacrifice were hung upon the walls ; and in some of the temples the cornices were adorned with carved images of the heads of sheep and Lulls between the pillars. 5-1 ANONYIIOUS. Book VII., Epigram 340. NicojDolis was laid within this stone By Maratlionis, whose tears fell like rain Upon its marble lid, but all in vain. For what but sorrow for a man alone Upon the eai"th is left, his wife being gone. Book VII., Epigram 676. I, Epictetus, was a slave while here. Deformed in body, and, like Iros, poor, Yet to the Gods immortal I was dear. 55 ANONYMOUS. Book VII., Epigram 717. Ye Naiads, and ye frozen pastures, tell This tale unto tlie bees that o'er you ^ving Their wandering way to the far land of spring. Show what Leucijjpus, the old man, befell TVlien he went forth to catch the nimble hare One winter night. How death did him ensnare. And shepherds now, in many a mstic dell. Mourn him who did in neighboring mountains dwell. And swarming bees now miss his fostering care. E6 ANTIPATER OF THESSALONICA. Book IX., Epigram 517. Wild beasts has Oi^plieus tamed with song, and thou Oi^pheus himseK hast tamed. Phoebus has outsmig Marsyas, but now Thou hast the victory claimed. Beauty and art are named in naming thee ; Athene had not thrown Her pipes aside, if she had known to make Such varied melody. E'en Sleep, in Parithea's arms, would wake To hear thy magic tone. 67 ANTISTIUS. Book XI., Epigram 40. Cleodemus, a little dancing boy, The little dancing cliorus leads with joy, A sldn of spotted isiwn about him bound ; The ivy waves above his yellow head. O Phoebus ! grant that he, full-grown, may lead The troops of youths who dance the Bacchic round. 58 ALPHEUS OF MITYLENE. Book IX., Epigram 526. The miglity throne of the heavens Guard, O Zeus, I pray, For the earth and the ocean tremble Beneath the Eoman sway. The unwearied doors of the highest Close, I pray, O God ! For the road that leads to Olympus Is the only road untrod. 5'> ALPHEUS OF MITTLENE. Book XVI. [App. Plan.] Epigram 212. ON A SLEEriNG EROS. The flaming torch from thy hands I mil snatch, O Love ! and tear From thy shoulders the quiver's bands, If indeed thou sleepest there. And may we then enjoy From thy arrows a respite brief ! Ah, no ! in his dangerous dreams this boy Is weaving me some fresh grief. 60 ZENODOTUS, or KHIANUS. Book VIL, Epigram 315. O arid Earth, produce rank briars vying With sharpest brambles twsting all around, That e'en the bird in air above me flying Dare press no lightest footprint on the ground Beneath which I, the misanthrope, am lying, Timon, in brother's love to no one bound. Who e'en from Pluto never welcome found. 01 JULIAN OF EGYPT. Book V., Epigram 298. Charming Maria plays the haughty now. Come, Justice, ever dear, deal punishment Unto her saucy pride aj^propriate ! I ask not, Queen, that death to her be sent, But that she live until the wiinkled brow And loose cheek of old age shall be her fate. My tears avenged by her snowy hair, Her beauty, by its loss, shall expiate The soiTows once it caused when she was fair. r,i JULIAN OF EGYPT, Book VI., Epigram 18. WITH VOTIVE OFFERING OF A MIRROR. Lais, her charms by touch of time groA\ai sere, Hates her old age aud wriiil^les to confess, And bitterly her mirror offers here Unto the queen of her lost loveliness : " Receive this disc,* that to my youth was dear, Since that thy beauty fears not time's impress. Book VL, Epigram 19. ALSO, WITH VOTIVE OFFERING OF A MIRROR. Beauty, O Cypris ! thou gavest mo in vain, Since creeping time the victory hath won O'er thy most gracious gift ; and, now 'tis gone, Take then this witness of its loss again. * The Greeks used polished stoel discs for niirnn-s. 68 JULIAN OF EGYPT. Book VII., Epigbam 565. Tlieodata's self the artist caught. But yet Would he had failed and helped us to forget ! Book VII., Epigram 576. O PyiTho, art thou dead ? I do not know. Now Fate's last word is said Still doubtest thou? Here, where thou liest dead, Die thy doubts now ? Book VII., Epigram 580. ON A MURDERED MAN. Oh ! never can'st thou dig for me A gi-ave so deep that where I lie, 'Neath earth's foundations though it be, I shall be hid from Dike's^ eye ! * Dike, the Goddess of Justice. 64 JULIAN OF EGYPT. Book YII., Epigram 581. Thou gi'ant'st a grave to me whom thine owu hand hath slain. Ah. well ! May'st thou the same from Heav'n obtain. Book VII., Epigram 583. Fare thee well, thou di-o"s\Tied one, Thou to Hades' shores art gone. Blame not the waves, but blame the wind, Since it caused thy death imkind ! But blame thou not the gentle waves That bore thee to thy fathers' graves ! 66 JULIAN OF EGYPT. Book VII., Epigram 587. ON PAMPHILUS THE PHILOSOPHER. Earth brought thee forth and ocean was thy tomb, Ere yet thou shared'st the mansions of the blest : For a brief sj)ace was Phito's house thy home. Not conquered by the waves thou sank to rest, O Pamphihis, but would'st thy glory shed O er all the dwellings of the undying dead. Book VII., Epigram 590. A. Illustrious Johannes ! B. Call him mortal. A. And wedded to the daughter of a queen. B. But mortal none the less. A. Flower of the race Of Anastasius. B. who yet himself AVas mortal. A. Blameless did he live. B. All now At last of deathless things thou speak'st, For virtue is victorious over death ! JULIAN OF EGYPT. Book VII., Epigram 591. Myself H jpatius' " tomb I dare to call But claim not that I hold iu this small space That mighty bulwark of the Ausonian race. His greatness to entomb earth was too small And gave him to the ocean's vast embrace. Book VII., Epigram 594. O Theodoras ! thy true monument Upon thy tombstone we should seek in vain, But find it in the pages where thou hast made The singers of the past to live again, Saved from oblivion but by thine aid. * Hypatius, the nephew of Emperor Anastasius, whom the people crowned against his own wish, was put to death by order of Justinian, and then cast into the ocean. The Emperor after- ward raised a tomb to liini. 07 JULIAN OF EGYPT. Book VII., Epigram 597. TO CALLIOPE. Silent she lies, and Imsli'd is her sweet song. The richest ever heard from maiden's throat. Strong was her voice, but Moira was more strong, No more shall music from her sweet lips float. Book VII. , Epigram 599. TO KAl6. Oh ! beautiful by name, and still more fair In soul than face, she died ! With her is gone The springtide of the graces. She did wear All Cytherea's grace for him alone Wlio was her husband ; armed Pallas she To other men. "Wlien Death took her, what stone But wept, her from her spouse thus snatch'd to see ! C8 JULIAN OF EGYPT. Book VII., Epigram 601. Alas ! for thy sweet spring of joys to come, Joys numberless, all "withered by the blast From the coltl shades of th' all-devouring tomb That snatched thee from the splendor of the day Ere yet thy fatal fifteenth year was past ! Now cniel gi-ief mth darkness hath o'ercast Thy spouse and father, tearing thee away Whose Sim of heaven thou, Anastasia, wast. Book IX., Epigram 654. This house in poverty's protection lies, That guardian stei-u, whom boldest robber flies. 69 JULIAN OF EGYPT. Book IX., Epigkam 661. A happy, happy tree in the wild wood, This was I once, by winds of heaven caressed, The haunt of singing birds, as then I stood Until the woodman's axe had laid me low. Yet me hath Fate with greater pleasures blest ; The song-birds cling no longer to my bough, But Craterus liimseK on me doth rest, The music of his speech 'round me doth flow. Book XVI. [App. Plan.], Epigram 130, The true presentment of sad Niobe Here weeping for her childi-en you may see. All this the sculptor gave, but failed alone In giving life to her the gods made stone. JULIAN OF EGYPT. Book XVI. [App. Plan.], Epigram 203. ON A LOYE BY PRAXITELES. Beneath my feet Praxiteles Hath bowed his haughty head, And then with eager hands has caught And me his captive made. For I, Love, in his heart lay hid Till he in metal cast, And gave me then as pledge of love, To Phryne fair at last. And she again to Eros gave. For what could fitter be As gift of lovers imto Love Than Love so fair to see ? 71 JULIAN OF EGYPT, Book XVI. [App. Plan.], Epigram 388. I twined a wreath of flowers one day, And lo ! Love 'mid the roses lay. I seized him by his wings straightway And pkmged him in my wine. I drank and never more find rest, But feel love's tremors in my breast. 72 ANONYIMOITS. Book VII., Epigram 733. O Lacedaemon ! tliou imconqiiered one, TMio inaccessible wert held of old, Acbaian smoke hangs o'er Enrotus' crown, And "wolves, not sheep, are heard "within the fold. Where once was shade of trees is stript and bare, And bu-ds "odth their lamenting fill the air. Book VII., Epigram 737. Oh ! t"uice unhappy ! Here in my last sleep. By brigands slain, I lie, with none to weep. 78 ANONYMOUS. Book XL, Epigram 53. The rose but blossoms for a space : Would'st look for it when past ? Of rose thou'lt find no smallest trace Save but a thom at last. Book XVI. [App. Plan.], Epigram 129. ON A NIOBE BY PRAXITELES. The gods from woman turned me into stone, Stone to make woman has the sculptor known. 74 PHILIP OF THESSALONICA. Book VII., Epigram 385. Hero, Protesilaus, it was thou Who first taught Troy to dread the Grecian spear, And the tall trees around thy tomb that rear Their lofty cro\\Ti thy ^\'rath with Ilion know, Since each, when growTi so tall that it perceives Far Hion's towers, all withered, sheds its leaves. How hot that hate from whose dead ashes' glow These trees still draw such hatred of the foe ! 75 PHILIP OF TIIESSALONIGA. Book VII. , Epigkam 554. This tomb Architeles the sculptor rears With piteous hands to Agathanor dead ; Yet not by steel was this stone chiselled, But worn by drv)pping of a father's tears. Ah ! stone ! rest lightly that the dead may say Truly my father's hand this stone did lay. Book IX., Epigkam 575. The stars shall fade upon the sky, Or by the sky extinguished be, The sun shall shine throughout the night. The thirsty sailor from the sea Shall drink fresh water, those that die Shall greet once more the world of light Before shall be forgot the name Of Homer, or his verses' fame. 76 JULIUS POLY^NUS. Book IX., Epigram 7. Though thiue ear be vexed alway By the feai' of hosts that pray, And the gratitude of those Who in prayer have eased their woes, Yet may we find also grace. Genius of this holy place, Zeus of Scheria ! hear and nod Promise of no lying god : Only let my wanderings cease, Let long labors end in peace, Li my mother land of Greece. 77 PAMPHILUS. Book VII., Epigram 201. No more on fresli green twigs tliou'lt sit a-swinging, No more with, sweet and penetrative strain, Noisy Cicada, shall we hear thee singing. For a child's hand hath caught thee and hath slain. 78 ANONYIVIOUS. Book VII., Epigram 346. good Sabinus ! what though small this stone, Great was the love that raised it unto thee. 1 shall lament thee ever ! Do not thou Of Lethe's waters diink one drop for me ! Book VII., Epigram 483. Inexorable Orcus, pitiless, The child Callaeschi-us thou didst tear from life ! A plaything in the household of thy "svife. His place at home is filled with wretchedness. TO ANONYMOUS. Book VII., Epigram 558. TO RUFINUS. Hades the blossom of my youtli liatli gathered And hidden it 'neath this ancestral stone. In vain my birth, although of a good mother And of Etherius was I the son, For thus forbid to reap the fruits of learning I languish on the shores of Acheron. O passer-by ! since yet among the living Parent or child, thou must be either one, Therefore lament, this record when thou readest, For all my youth and learning so soon gone. 80 LUCILLIUS. Book XI., Epigkam 391. The miser cries : " Ah, dearest mouse ! Prithee, what dost thou in my house ? " Mouse answers : " Fear not for thy hoard. Here I but lodging seek, not board." 81 ANTIPHILUS. Book IX., Epigram 71. Oak-tree, that stretchest wide thy lofty boughs, Thy height is goodly shade for men who flee Immoderate heat. Thy leafy greenery Than roof is closer ; house of doves and house Of crickets. Me, too, in your rest receive, O noontide branches, as I lie and drowse Beneath your tresses, the sun's fugitive. 82 MAECUS AEGENTAKIUS. Book V., Epigram 89. This is not love, the eager wish to o^vI^ A woman formed of perfect loveliness, 'Tis but an eye for beauty to possess. But when one loves where beauty is unknown, And bums -odth madd'ning flames for her alone Who in her outward show has ugliness, This is indeed love's flame ! this, tenderness ! Beauty chaims all ; not so is true love won. Book V., Epigram 118. Sweet-breathed Isias, sweetest one, arise. And from my loving hands receive this wreath Now dewy fresh, but fading e'er the skies Are red with dawn ; here see thy youth and death. 83 MARGU8 ARQENTARIUS. Book IX., Epigram 87. No longer warble on the oak-tree now, It is thine enemy ; no longer sing, O blackbird, sitting on the topmost bough. But hasten where the vine climbs clustering In silvery shade ; there may'st thou rest and shril' Thy music round her. Baleful mistletoe She bears not ; but grape clusters grow at will On her who is the singer's friend not foe. Book IX., Epigram 161. I turn the book of Hesiod in my hands When suddenly before me Pyn-ha stands, My book upon the ground let fall, I cry, Why do you bother me, old Hesiod, why ? 84 MARCUS ARGENTARIUS. Book X., Epigram 4. Unloose your cables ! Be your swift sails spread All ready, sailors, now to plough the sea ! From smiling zeph}T's touch the winter's fled, "Wliile the blue waves it smooths caressingly. The chii-ping swallow builds of straw and clay A nest to hold the little nestlings dear ; Fresh blossoms pierce the earth. Away ! away ! Priapus bids you sail, nor dally here ! 86 ION. Book VII., Epigram 43. Euripides, all liail ! Who in thy dark-leaved vale Pierian sleep'st through eternal night. Though 'neath the dust thou'rt lying, Yet glory never-dying Kound thee, like Homer, shines forever bright. 86 DIOTIMUS, or LEONID AS. Book VII., Epigram 173. At nightfall, di'iven by snow the hill down sweeping, The herds come home alone, for shelter fain. Alas ! alas ! Therimachus, thou art sleeping Beneath the oak, no more to wake again. Since by the fires of Heav'u thou hast been slain. 87 DIOTIMUS. Book VII. , Epigram 227. Less fierce the terror that the lion wields Aniicl his mountains than Crinagoras, The son of Micon, 'mid the clashing shields. Though small his tomb, salute it as you pass Small was his country, but was famed to bear Men who in battle ever valiant were. 88 DIOTIMUS. Book VII., Epigkam 475. Tlirougli the wide portals, Scylla, whom we're weeping, Followed her husband's bier, On him, Evagoras, with lamentation, Prop of his home ! she called. Nor yet again imto her father's dwelling Eetmned the mihappy one, But died or ever the third month was ended; A broken heart her death. And this sad tomb stands by the dusty roadside In memory of their love. NOSSIS. Book V , Epigram 170, Nought sweeter is than love. Wliom that doth bless Regardeth all things less. If thou first taste of love, then shalt thou see Honey shall bitter be ! What roses are, they never know who miss Fair Cytherea's kiss. Book VI., Epigram 353. TO A PORTKAIT OF HIS DAUGHTER MELINNA. Melinna's very self looks at me here With her own gentle face as if she smiled, How like in all things to her mother dear ! 'Tis sweet to see the mother in the child. 90 AECHIAS OF MITYLENE. Book VII., Epigram 696. From a shaggy pine-tree thou art s\\nnging Thy ^ild beast's carcass by the tempests tossed ; Swinging, thing accursed, for beginning That monstrous strife with Phoebus, when thou wast On the Celsenian promontory dwelling, Ah ! satyr, we, the nymphs, shall nevermore Hear the sweet echoes of thy piping swelling Among the Phrygian mountains as of yore. 91 DIOSCOEIDES. Book VII., Epigram 229, Home to Pitana on his sliield thoy bore Yoimg Tlirasybulus, killed by Ai-give spears ; Seven open wounds, but all in front, he wore. His bleeding son Tynichus, without tears, Placed on the pyre, then lit the torch, and said : Mine wast thou and a Greek ! be tears for cowards shed ! Book VII., Epigram 434. Eight sons sent Demenete forth to fight Against her country's foes ; and on one bier And in one tomb the mother laid all eight ; Then of her loss she said without a tear, " I bore them, Sparta, but thy sons they were ! PHILODEMUS. Book V., Epigram 24. "Heliodora must thou slum Ere love for her is in thee begun ! " Thus warned my soul, for she knows well Love's pangs and tortures to foretell. Such were her words, but how can I, If love pm-sue, have strength to fly ? For she who boldly love reproves, Already Heliodora loves. CI SIMONIDES. Book VII., Epigram 253. If to die nobly be the greater part Of \'irtue, we, by Fortiuie, among all The chosen are, for hastening to give Hellas her liberty in death we fall, Glad in our glory that shall ever live. Book VII., Epigram 258. The blossom of their youth long since they lost, Eurymedon, upon thy shores and tide, Whether on land, or in swift ships they tost, Yainly against the arrowed Medes they tried Their lances, fighting till they fell. This fairest tomb their courage rare shall tell, 91 SIMOyiDES. Book VII., Epigram 300. Pytliouax and his brother, side by side, Here lie at rest in the cold grave's embrace, A\liile yet their lovely youth is unfulfilled. A^Tierefore their father, Megaristus, willed A consecrated stone should in this place Mark his imdying thanks for those who died. 96 SIM0NIDE8. Book VII., Epigram 496. Wind-swept Gerania ! Oh, fatal rock ! Would that by. Istes and Tanais you were, 'Mong distant Scythians ! and not thus near To snowy Moluris, nor felt the shock Of the Scironian sea, whose waves now rock His frozen corpse whose empty tomb doth tell The fate that in your ocean him befell. Book VII., Epigram 647. Gorgo, thine arm about thy mother lay ; One tender speech, it was the last, was thine ; Weeping thou saidst : " Stay ^ith my father, stay And bear him other children, mother mine ! Happier in this than she who dies to-day, That they may live to soothe thy life's decline." 90 SIMONIDES. Book XVI. [App. Plan.], Epigram 204. ON A LOVE BY PRAXITELES. The sculptor modelled from his heart, Receive me, Pliryne, nor fear harm, I conquer not by fiery dart, But in my eyes is found love's charm. W DIOSCOKIDES OF NICOPOLIS. Book VII., Epigram 178. A slave am I, Timantlies, yes, a slave, But as I was thy foster fatlier here Thou laid'st me, master, iu a freeman's grave. May'st thou live happy yet for many a year. And when thou dost rejoin me, master mine, E'en in the house of Pluto I am thine. MNASALCAS. Book VII. , Epigram 193. No more, O Locust ! in the fertile furrow, No more thy clear-toned wings make melody, Delighting me as in the shade I lie With tunefrd chirping fit to drive off sorrow. Book IX., Epigram 333. Where foams the sea upon the sunken shore Let us stand gazing toward the distant grove * Of sea-born Cypris, and the sacred spring, Black-poplar shaded, in whose flood the beaks Of tawny kingfishers dip deep and drink. * This is supposed to refer to the famous Shrine of Aphro- dite at Cnidos. 99 HEEACLIDES. Book VII., Epigram 281. Spare witli thy plough, O Ploughman ! spare this mound, Distiu'b not here the ashes of the dead. Tears, many tears, upon this spot were shed ; No wheat will flouiish on this tear-soaked ground. 100 CKINAGOEAS. Book V., Epigram 108. 'S\Tiat shall I call you first ? Unliappy one ! What next shall you be called ? Unhappy one ! For you have suffered, but no wrong have done, Oh ! charming woman, who are now no more ! Youi' face showed forth a perfect loveliness, And all with perfect love yom' heart did bless, And Prote* nghtly was the name you bore, For, sure, such grace was never seen before ! * Prote, The First. 101 CBINAOOBAS. Book VI., Epigram 253. O many- watered caverns of the nymphs ! Where coohiess trickles from the o'er-hanging rock, The echoing shrines of Pan with pine-trees crowned, The lurking valleys hid beneath the cliff, Or trunks of junipers, decayed and old, But sacred still to hunters ; heaps of rocks, The piled up shrines of Hermes, will not ye Keceive propitious at Sosander's hands, The first-fruits of his ever-favored chase ? 102 CBINAGORAS. Book VI., Epigram 345. Roses of old oped ^itli the opeuing year, But we our crimson chalices throw ^\-ide In winter, greeting thus thy birthday, near To that blest day when thou shalt be a bride. If us upon thy head thou deign to wear, O loveliest woman ! there to be espied Were than the sun of spring to us more dear ! Book VII., Epigram 633. The moon, arising on the verge of twilight, Hath clouded all her beams to hide her tears. Since that Selene, her most lovely namesake. Doth life relinquish and to shades descend. For she would share death's darkness Avith the maiden Round whom she flung the beauty of her light. 103 CHiEREMON. Book VII., Epigram 469. Eubulus, son of Atlienagoras, Thou wert outstripped by all in length of days, But in thy measure of deserved praise, Indeed none is there who can thee surpass. Book VII., Epigram 721. Sparta 'gainst Argos saUies forth to fight; Like arms, like numbers each poui-s o'er the plain ; Thyrese the prize ; in combat they imite, Nor ever think to see their homes again. The birds shall be sole heralds of the slain. 104 CAPITO. Book V., Epigram 67. Beauty, alone, may please, not captivate ; If lacking grace, 'tis but a hookless bait. IOC BIANOR OF BITHYNIA. Book VII., Epigkam 387. Ere for Theonoe my tears were dried, Though hope awakening dung around our boy, An envious Fate hath torn him from my side. My little son, all that I had of joy ! Hear, Dike, this one prayer from heart oppressed. And place my child on his dead mother's breast ! Book XI., Epigram 364. This man, despised, a slave, an outcast thing, Was loved of one and in one soul was king. 106 ASCLEPIADES. Book V., Epigram 145. O -vvTeatlis ! remain here liaugiug on this door, Nor, hasty, shake your leaves, Yom- leaves, that I have drenched v.ith my tears, Such tears as lovers shed. But when you see the door softly unclose, Let fall your bitter dew Upon her head, that her light golden hah- May thus drinlv in my tears. Book V., Epigram 189. Long, very long and wintry is the night, Already are the Pleiads sinking low, A^^iile up and down I pace before her door In the fast falling rain in sorry plight, Charmed by a cmel one, not loving, no ! But pierced by burning grief to my heart's core. 107 CALLIMACHUS. Book VII., Epigram 80. They tell me, Heraclitus, thou art dead, And many are the tears for thee I shed, "With memories of those summer nights opprest Wlien we together talked the sun to rest. Alas ! my guest, my friend ! no more art thou ; Long, long ago wert ashes, and yet now Thy nightingales* live on, I hear them sing. E'en death spares them, who spares not anything. Book VII., Epigram 277. Leontichus, an alien in this land, Found thee, poor di'owned sailor, on the shore. And dug for thee this grave here in the sand ; And though he wept the while, his tears were more For his own perilous calling than for thee, Since he too, like a gull, sweeps o'er the sea. *" Nightingales " refers to the poems of Heraclitus. 108 AKCHIAS. Book V., Epigram 59. From Eros woiild'st thou flee ? Vain shall the straggle be : Canst thou escape on foot One winged to f ollo^v thee ? Book VII., Epigram 191. EPITArH ON A MAGPIE. I who often did reply To fisherman's or shepherd's song With my meny mockmg cry, Like an echo from the sky, Now, without a voice or tongue, Silent, fall'n to earth, I lie. 1U9 ABCIIIAS. Book VII., Epigram 278. I, Tlieres, though a dead man, cast away And flung up by the waves upon this land, Wliere the sea-smitten cliif beside I lay, Having fomid burial from a stranger's hand, The hateful, the ill- wishing deep too near ; Never shall I forget that sleepless shore For still is booming, booming in my ear The thud of ocean's waves forevermore ; And I among the shades am wretchedest, Whom e'en the grave gives not unbroken rest. no MACEDONIUS. Book V., Epigkam 231. Thy mouth is gi-ace itself ; thy cheeks are flowers ; Thine eyes are love's own fii'e ; Thy fingers clasp the lyre ; Our ears thy voice doth charm ; these eyes of om:s. Slaves of thy loveliness, Thy beauty doth possess. Ill APOLLONIDES. Book VII , Epigram 180. Death's lottery is changed, and in thy j)lace, O Master, I have filled a gloomy tomb ; When I, thy slave, was digging undergToimd A teai-ful grave, to place thy body there, The earth fell in about me. Yet not sad Ai-e Pluto's shades to me ; since thou'rt my sun. m ANYTE, or LEONIDAS. Book VII., Epigram 190. Unto the locust, nightingale of fields, And the cicada, Avho was wont to drowse Through summer heat amid the oaken boughs, This common tomb the maiden Mjvo builds, And, like a child, weeps that she could not save These twain, her cherished playthmgs, from the grave. 113 ANYTE. Book VII., Epigram 215. ON A DEAD DOLPHIN. Alas ! from the ship-laden sea I may Dash joyful upward through the waves no more, And splashing 'mong the fair ships' prows shall I No more delighted with my image play. Eor a black tempest drove me 'gainst the shore, And here on ocean-beaten sands I lie. Book VII., Epigram 538. He was a slave in life who lieth here, Now, being dead, he is Darius' peer. 114 ANTIPHILUS. Book VII., Epigram 399. E'en in their tombs let them lie separate, These sons of CEdipus, not side by side. Though they are dead, yet living in their hate, Nor in one boat would they cross death's dark tide. And on the funeral pyre the flames divide. By one torch lit, each stniggles with his mate. 116 ALGOUS OF MITYLENE. Book VII., Epigram 536.* This dead old man liere lying . Upon his tomb produces No vine with grapes refreshing, But brambles rough and thorny, Wild fruits best fit for choking. The dry-lipped, thirsty traveller Hipponax' tomb who passes Shall pray that corpse so kindly May sleep and know no waking. * Satirical epitaphs like this one are by no means rare in the Anthology, and it was thought well to give one as a specimen. 116 ^SCHYLUS. Book VII., Epigram 255. They fought till cleat] i, imheeding the spear's tlinist, And saved their fertile land where cattle fed ; Their glory liveth, though themselves lie dead, "NYlio made their strenuous stand in Ossa's dust. Anth. Gr^c. App., Book II., Epigram 17. Athenian iEschylus, Euphorion's son, In his last rest doth 'neath this stone abide, 'Mid the wheat-fields of Gela, where he died. Be witness of his manhood, Marathon ! And also let the long-haired Persians tell His corn-age, which they knew, and overwell ! 117 iESOP. Book X., Epigram 123. O Life, wliat refuge have we fleeing thee, Save in Death only ? Infinite, in truth. Thy sorrows are, and imendurable As unavoidable. Doubtless there are Some beauties and some charms in Nature's gift- The earth, the stars, the sea, the moon, the sun. But all the rest is only gi'ief and fear. And if perchance some happiness be there. There too is Nemesis who takes revenge. 118 PALLADAS. Book XVI. [App. Plax.], Epigram 207. ON A MAEBLE EROS. Stript of his bow and fiery darts Love thus can smile and harmless be, These flowers and dolphins that he holds Show forth his sway on earth and sea. 119 ANONYMOUS. Book VII., Epigram 47. Euripides, all Greece tliy monument, Thou art not dumb, indeed, but eloquent. Book VII. , Epigram 132. And tliou, Protagoras, thou art, we know, The shining arrow of philosophy, But as thy tnith straight to our hearts doth go. Not wounded, but most gently soothed are we. 190 AJVONYMOUS. Book VII., Epigram 155. EPITAPH ON PHILISTION OF NIC^A, AN ACTOR. He who by wakening laughter much did cheer Man's Sony lot, Philistion, lies here ; Full oft when living he for dead hath passed, But now in other fashion's dead at last. 121 ANONYMOUS. Book VII., Epigram 137. EPITAPH ON HECTOR. Judge not me, Hector, by tins tomb, Nor measure by this little mouucl The antagonist of Greece. The Iliad, Homer, are my gi'ave, The flying Grecians, Greece itself. All these my monuments. Though slight the dust above me piled Not mine the fault ! At hostile hand Of Greeks I burial found. 133 PLATO. Book VII., Epigram 1. I, the proud Lais, to whose door once came Troops of youug lovers, and whose toy was Greece, I consecrate to C jtherea now My mirror — since I can no longer see MyseK reflected there as once I was And would not see, alas ! as now I am. Book VII., Epiguaji 256. We, who had passed uninjured through the swell Of the deep-voiced iEgean's mighty waves, On Ecbatana's plain have foimd our graves — Eretria, renowned of old, to thee, To thee, dear native land, oui' last farewell ! Athens farewell, farewell bolcjvcd sea ! 133 PLATO. Book VII., Epigram 669, Thou gazest on tlie stars, my star ! All ! would tliat I might be Myself those skies with myriad eyes, That I might gaze on thee. Book IX., Epigram 823. Hush'd be the leafy rocks of the Dryads ! Hush'd be the streams from those rocks that spring ! Hush'd be the ewes that bloat to their lambkins ! For Pan himself his song would sing ; His flexible lips to the pipes he presses. And the water and wood nymphs in dances sx3ring. 124 PLATO. Book XVI. [Ait. Plan. I.], Epigram 13. 'Neath this tall pine, That to the zephyr sways and murmurs low, Mayst thou recline, While near thee cooling waters flow. This flute of mine Shall pipe the softest song it knows to sing, And to thy charmed eyelids sleep shall bring. 123 PLATO. Book XVI. [App. Plan. IV.], Epigkam 210. We came upon a shady grove ; Like crimson apples, liidden tliere We found, on roses lying. Love ; Of bow and quiver he was bare. They hung above him on the tree, "V\Tiile he lay sunk in slimibers deep ; His dainty lips that smiled in sleep Were clustered round by tawny bees, As though in honey they would steep. 126 PAUL THE SILENTIAEY. Book V., Epigram 221. How long om- loving glances shall we hide ? And fear to meet each other's eyes, how long ? Let our love speak, and if it be denied, If each to each in love may not belong. The sword shall be the healer of om- pain : Sweet is or life or death, shared by us twain. 127 PAUL THE 8ILENTIABY. Book V,, Epigram 230. With one hair from her head did Doris tie My hands, her captive I ! — I laughed aloud, so easy 't seemed at first The golden thread to burst. But when I find not all my strength can tear Sweet Doris' single hair From off my fettered hands, unfortunate I groan my bitter fate, Since evermore this hair the chain shall be By which she leadeth me. 138 PAUL THE SILENTIABY. Book V., Epigram 241. The moment comes to say to thee " farewell 1 " Yet by thy side I linger silently. Must I then go ? Such parting were to me More dreadful than the darkest gloom of Hell, For thou art as my veiy light of day, But day is silent, and thy gentle voice More than a Syren's song makes me rejoice, And roimd thy lips all my soul's longings stay. 139 PAUL THE 8ILENTIARY. Book V., Epigram 250. Sweet are the smiles of Lais ! and liow sweet Tears from her charming eyes ! But yesterday she leaned on me and wept Without a cause and moaned. I kissed her, but her tears still fell like rain. " Why weepest thou ? " I prayed. " I feared lest thou should'st leave me," murmui-ed she, " For men are never true." 130 PAUL THE SILENTIARY. Book V., EpiGRAsr 254. I swore from thee till the twelfth dawn to part, O fair young girl, but could not keej) my vow, For when the moiTow in the sky shone bright Like twelve long months the hours oppressed my heart. And for yom- luckless friend beseech the gods, Lest on their scroll of punishment they write My broken oath, and, dear one, gi'acious be To one who fears the ^\Tathful gods and thee ! 181 PAUL THE SILENTIABT. Book V., Epigram 256. Last evening Galatea closed her door, With scornful words my very face before. Disdain, they say, kills love. Alas ! not so, Disdain but makes a lover's madness grow. I swore I would remain a year away, But suppliant at her door am found to-day ! 132 PAUL THE SILENTIART. Book V., Epigram 270. No crown the rosebud needs, and thou, Thou need'st no broidered veils and gems to wear ; Gold adds no brightness to thy flowing hair, Pearls are less white than are thy neck and brow. From purple depths of the Indian jacinth gleams A sparkling fire, but thine eyes shine more bright, Thy fresh lips and thy graceful form that seems A goddess's could not have greater might If Cytherea's girdle thou shouldst wear. To approach such loveliness I should not dare, Did not thy gentle eyes my heart invite The sweet liope that I read in them to share. 188 PAUL THE 8ILENTIARY. Book V., Epigram 293. (an answer to AGATHIAS.*) True love doth know law cannot separate A man in love from liis seK-chosen mate, And if your task of law from love you wrest, Impetuous love dwells not \\'itliin yoiu* breast. Wliat love is this if such small space divide You from the girl you wish to make your bride ? The power of love oft made Leander brave For his beloved's sake the midnight wave. You, friend, have fen-yboats ! but you adore Athene, and ne'er look on Cypris more. Come, say, doth Love or Law you most rejoice ? No man can serve them both, so take your choice ! * See p. 50, 134 PAUL THE SILENTIABY. Book Y., Epigram 301. Tliougli far beyond Meroci thou sliould'st go, Love, winged Love shall bring me unto thee : Or if thou wander to the Orient, To seek the daAvn that is less fair than thee, My feet should follow thee, however far. And if a tribute from the sea I bring To offer thee, young girl, reject it not ! The goddess of the ocean sends it thee : For she, in gi'ace and charms by thee o'ercome. No longer claims to be the loveliest ! Book VII., Epigram 307. My name — why tell it ? — Countiy — matters not — From famous blood — what if from poor thou come? Of honorable life — Had'st thou been bad, then what ? Here I lie now — who says this, and to \\hom ? isr) DIOGENES LAEKTIUS. Book VII., Epigkaji 96. O Socrates ! Now as the guest of Zeus Thou drinkest ; thou, whom gods have called the wise, With godlike wisdom. Nor didst thou refuse, "When Athens offered thee the hemlock draught. But, with thy mouth, herself hath poison quaffed. 126 DIOGENES LAEBTIUS. Book VII., Epigkam 129. A noble wish was tliine, nobly pm-siied, O Zeno, when the ijnmi thou woiild'st slay, Hellas to free from her forced servitude. But ah ! thou wei-t the slain ; the conqueror, he, He crushed thee into dust — what do I say ? Thy body did he cnish, but never tliee I 137 INDEX OF AUTHORS ZxV THE ORDER FOUND IN TUE PALATINE ANTHOLOGY. iEschylus, Bk. VII., Ep. 255 ; App. Bk. II., Ep. 17. yEsop, Bk. X., Ep. 123. See Palladas. Agatliias, Bk. V., Ep. 237, 2G1, 292 ; Bk. VII., Ep. 204, 220, 569, G02 ; Bk. IX., Ep. 153. Alcffius of Mitylene, Bk. VII., Ep. 53G. Alpbeus of Mitylene, Bk. IX., Ep. 52G ; Bk. XVI., Ep. 212. Anonymous, Bk. V., Ep. 11, 84, 142; Bk. VII., Ep. 47, 132, 137, 155, 340, 346, 483 ; Ep. 558, G7G, 717, 723, 737; Bk. IX., Ep. 71; Bk. XL, Ep. 53; Bk. XVI., Ep. 129. Antipater, Bk. VII., Ep. 236, 287, 464, 713; Bk. IX., Ep. 143, 151, 231. Antipater of Sidon, Bk. VII., Ep. 8, 14, 161, 303, 367 ; Bk. IX., Ep. 231. l.-!9 INDEX OF AUTnORS. Antiisater of Thessalouica, Bk. IX., Ep. 517. Antiphilus, Bk. VII., Ep. 399 ; Bk. IX., Ep. 71. Antistius, Bk. XI., Ep. 40. Anyte, Bk. VII., Ep. 190, 215, 538. Apollonides, Bk. VII., Ep. 180. Arcliias, Bk, V., Ep. 59 ; Bk. VII., Ep. 191, 278. Archias of Mitylene, Bk. VIL, Ep. 696. Aiistaeus, Bk. IX., Ep. 40. Asclepiades, Bk. V., Ep. 145, 189. Bianor of Bithynia, Bk. VII., Ep. 387 ; Bk. XI., Ep. 364. Callimachus, Bk. VII., Ep. 80, 277. Capifco, Bk. V., Ep. 67. ChsBi-emon, Bk. VIL, Ep. 469, 721. Crinagoras, Bk. V., Ep. 108 ; Bk. VI., Ep. 253, 345 ; Bk. VII., Ep. 633. Diogenes Laertius, Bk. VII., Ep. 96, 129. Dioscorides, Bk. VII., Ep. 229, 434. Dioscorides of Nicopolis, Bk. VII., Ep. 178. Diotimus, Bk. VIL, Ep. 173, 227, 475. Erinna, Bk. VIL, Ep. 712. Eiycius, Bk. VIL, Ep. 174, 230. 140 INDEX OF AUTHORS. Heraclides, Bk. VII., Ep. 281. Ion, Bk. VII., Ep. 43. Julian of Egypt, Bk. V., Ep. 298 ; Bk. VI., Ep. 18, 19 ; Bk. VII., Ep. 565, 576, 580, 581, 582, 587, 590, 591, 594, 597, 599, 601; Bk. IX., Ep. 654, 601; Bk. XVI., Ep. 130, 203, 388. Julius Polysenus, see Polyjienus. Leonidas, Bk. VI., Ep. 226, 302, 329, 355 ; Bk. VII., Ep. 13, 198, 316, 731 ; Bk. X., Ep. 1. Leonidas of Alexandria, Bk. VII., Ep. 548. Leontius Scbolasticus, Bk. VII. , Ep. 571. Lucilius, Bk. XI., Ep. 391. Macedonius, Bk. V., Ep. 231. Marcus Argentarius, Bk. V., Ep. 89, 118; Bk. IX., Ep. 87, 161 ; Bk. X., Ep. 4. Meleager, Bk. V., Ep. 57, 136, 139, 141, 143, 144, 147, 148, 155, 1G.3, 171, 178, 182; Bk. VII., Ep. 182, 195, 207, 461, 476? Bk. IX., Ep. 363; Bk. XII., Ep. 47; Bk. XVI., Ep. 134, 213. Mnasalcas, Bk. VII., Ep. 192 ; Bk. IX., Ep. 333. Moero of Byzantium, Bk. VI., Ep. 119. Nossis, Bk. v., Ep. 170 ; Bk. VI., Ep. 353. 141 INDEX OF AUTHORS. Palladas of Alexandria, Bk. XVI., Ep. 207. Pampliilus, Bk. VII., Ep. 201. Paul the Silentiary, Bk. V., Ep. 221, 230, 241, 250, 254, 256, 270, 293, 301; Bk. VII., Ep. 307. Philip of Thessalonica, Bk. VII., Ep. 385, 554 ; Bk. IX., Ep. 575. Philodemus, Bk. V., Ep. 24. Plato, Bk. VII., Ep. 1 ; Bk. VII., Ep. 256, 609 ; Bk. IX., Ep. 823 ; Bk. XVI., Ep. 13, 210. PolysDnus (Julius), Bk. IX., Ep. 7. Ehianus, see Zenodotus. Buflnus, Bk. V., Ep. 15, 48, 66, 70, 74, 92, 284. Simmias, Bk. VII., Ep. 203. Simmias of Thebes, Bk. VII., Ep. 22. Simonides, Bk. VII., Ep. 253, 258, 300, 496, 647; Bk. XVI., Ep. 204. Thucydides, Bk. VII., Ep. 45. Zenodotus, or Rhianus, Bk. VII., Ep. 315. Zonas of Sardis, Bk. VII., Ep. 404 ; Bk. XI., Ep. 43. 142 UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA LIBRARY Los Angeles This book is DUE on the last date stamped below. MAIN. LOAN y E D DESK iV.AlN LOANi ^ E D I*ESK A.M. A.M. 71819110111112! 1 REC'D LD- FEB 111369 r,-. REC'OLO- APR MAR 1 S 1 P.M Ma. 2!314|5 |6 k use U