From the Greek by William M. Hardinge
NOW will I weave white violets, daffodils
With myrtle spray,
And lily bells that trembling laughter fills,
And the sweet crocus gay:
With these blue hyacinth, and the lover’s rose
That she may wear...
From the Greek by Andrew Lang
TEARS for my lady dead—
Heliodore!
Salt tears, and strange to shed,
Over and o’er;
Tears to my lady dead,
Love do we send,
Longed for, rememberèd,
Lover and friend!
Sad are the...
From the Greek by Andrew Lang
NOW the bright crocus flames, and now
The slim narcissus takes the rain,
And, straying o’er the mountain’s brow,
The daffodillies bud again.
The thousand blossoms wax and wane
On wold, and heath, and...
From the Greek by Charles Whibley
EROS is missing. In the early morn
Forth from his bed the rascal took his flight.
Sweet are his tears; his smile is touched with scorn—
A nimble-tongued, swift-footed, fearless sprite!
And he is winged; his hands...
