Theocritus, Idylls (English) (XML Header) [genre: poetry] [word count] [lemma count] [Theoc. Id.]. | ||
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5.43 I hope you won’t be buried, hunchback, deeper that polang! But a truce, man; hither, come thou hither, and thou shalt sing thy country-song for the last time.
And well they may, for t’other day they had two goats for me.
A fine fat ram a-batt’ning; for Apollo’s feast draws nigh.
And the damsel sees and the damsel says ‘Poor lad, dost milk alone?’
And fouls his dear not a youth but a boy mid flowers that blow so plenty.
Fling apples, and her pretty lips call pouting to be kissed.
So brown and bright the tresses light that toss that shoulder above.
Nor wild dog-róse with her that blows beside the trim orchard’s wall.
The acorn savours flat and stale, the pear’s like honeycomb.
I’ll go this day and fetch her away for the maiden I love best.
I’ll give yon black ewe’s pretty coat my darling’s cloak to make.
Your pasture’s where the tamarisk grows and the slope hill drops to the glen.
Graze up the hill as Piebad will, and let the oak-leaves be.
The work of great Praxiteles, note both for that lass of mine.
Shall go a gift to my dearest and hunt him all manner of game.
These be none of your common vines; have done your ravaging.
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(The Singing Match)
COMATAS
And well they may, for t’other day they had two goats for me.
LACON
A fine fat ram a-batt’ning; for Apollo’s feast draws nigh.
COMATAS
And the damsel sees and the damsel says ‘Poor lad, dost milk alone?’
LACON
And fouls his dear not a youth but a boy mid flowers that blow so plenty.
COMATAS
Fling apples, and her pretty lips call pouting to be kissed.
LACON
So brown and bright the tresses light that toss that shoulder above.
COMATAS
Nor wild dog-róse with her that blows beside the trim orchard’s wall.
LACON
The acorn savours flat and stale, the pear’s like honeycomb.
COMATAS
I’ll go this day and fetch her away for the maiden I love best.
LACON
I’ll give yon black ewe’s pretty coat my darling’s cloak to make.
COMATAS
Your pasture’s where the tamarisk grows and the slope hill drops to the glen.
LACON
Graze up the hill as Piebad will, and let the oak-leaves be.
COMATAS
The work of great Praxiteles, note both for that lass of mine.
LACON
Shall go a gift to my dearest and hunt him all manner of game.
COMATAS
These be none of your common vines; have done your ravaging.
LACON
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