Theocritus, Idylls (English) (XML Header) [genre: poetry] [word count] [lemma count] [Theoc. Id.]. | ||
<<Theoc. Id. 5.80 | Theoc. Id. 5.140 (Greek) | >>Theoc. Id. 6.1 |
5.120 Somebody’s waxing wild, Morson; see you not what is plain?
Go pluck him squills from an oldwife’s grave to cool his heated brain.
Be off to Haleis bank, Morson, and dig him some cyclamen.
Mid apple-bearing beds or reed may it run red with wine.
May the wench that goes for water draw honeycombs for my cup.
Tread mastich green and lie between the arbutes waving over.
Browze rock-roses in plenty and sweet as eglantine.
But alack! she forgot to kiss by the pot, note and since, poor wench, she’s missed me.
He kissed him sweet as sweet could be; his lover’s love unbroken.
Nor owl note with swan, but poor Lacòn was born a quarrel-picker.
Go pluck him squills from an oldwife’s grave to cool his heated brain.
LACON
Be off to Haleis bank, Morson, and dig him some cyclamen.
COMATAS
Mid apple-bearing beds or reed may it run red with wine.
LACON
May the wench that goes for water draw honeycombs for my cup.
COMATAS
Tread mastich green and lie between the arbutes waving over.
LACON
Browze rock-roses in plenty and sweet as eglantine.
COMATAS
But alack! she forgot to kiss by the pot, note and since, poor wench, she’s missed me.
LACON
He kissed him sweet as sweet could be; his lover’s love unbroken.
COMATAS
Nor owl note with swan, but poor Lacòn was born a quarrel-picker.
MORSON
COMATAS
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