Echoes From the Greek Mythology

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HT  With two bright eyes, my star, my love,     Thou lookest on the stars above:     Ah, would that I the heaven might be     With a million eyes to look on thee.

Plato.

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AF     A little while the rose,     And after that the thorn;     An hour of dewy morn,     And then the glamour goes.     Ah, love in beauty born,     A little while the rose!

Unknown.

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ER         O morning star, farewell!         My love I now must leave;     The hours of day I slowly tell,     And turn to her with the twilight bell, —         O welcome, star of eve!

Meleager.

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NS     Sweet in summer, cups of snow,     Cooling thirsty lips aglow;     Sweet to sailors winter-bound,     Spring arrives with garlands crowned;     Sweeter yet the hour that covers     With one cloak a pair of lovers,     Living lost in golden weather,     While they talk of love together.

Asclepiades.

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AT     Although you eat me to the root,     I yet shall bear enough of fruit     For wine to sprinkle your dim eyes,     When you are made a sacrifice.

Euenus.

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HE

OR     Seven pupils, in the class     Of Professor Callias,     Listen silent while he drawls, —     Three are benches, four are walls.

Unknown.