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ALCMAN


Poems found: 136

A. AND THAT MAN, SPRAWLED IN SUCH PLEASURE, IS HAPPY

A. SING O MUSE, SING HIGH AND CLEAR

AGED POET

ALKMAN'S SUPPER

AND IS NOT HAGESIKHORA

AND KASTOR AND POLYDEUKES

AND SHE IS, SHE IS OUR OWN

AND THERE IS THE VENGEANCE OF THE GODS

AROUND MY HEART O SINGING OLYMPIANS

ARROW

ARTEMIS! O THOU DRESSED

AS MANY GIRLS AS WE HAVE

BEAUTIFULLY SINGING

BOAST AND BRAG, SUCH WAS HIS FAME

CALM OF NATURE AT NIGHT

CHARMING SHORT

COLLAR OF GOLD

COME DANCING, COME SINGING

CREATURE'S REST

DESIRE LOOSENING

DO YOU NOT SEE HER?

EATING AND SINGING AND THE SOLDIERS

EATING NECTAR

EVENING

FOR WE HAVE NOT PURPLE

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GIRLS SCATTERED HELTERSKELTER

HAGESICHORA

HE WAS NEITHER A PEASANT

HOW MANY TIMES ON THE MOUNTAIN TOPS

HUNTER

HUNTER

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HYPNOSIS

I BRING WITH MY PRAYERS

I CAN WHISTLE

IF I HAD THOUGHT

IMAGINE HER IF YOU CAN. HER HAIR

INO, QUEEN OF THE SEA

IS HAGESIKHORA OUR OWN

JUST SO, OUR PRETTY

LEAVING KYPROS THE LOVELY

LONG THROWER, SON OF ZEUS

MAY MY HEART REJOICE

ME, O SON OF LETO

MOUNAIN-TOPS ARE ASLEEP, AND THE MOUNTAIN

MUSE SANG

MY HEARTH IS COLD BUT THE DAY WILL COME

NEAR THE HOLY CLIFFS

NEITHER ABUNDANCE OF PURPLE

NEVER SHALL THESE OLD LEGS DANCE AGAIN

NIGHT

NIGHT PIECE

NOT I, O LADY

NOURISHED BY ERSA

NOW SLEEP THE MOUNTAIN PEAKS AND RAVINES

O FATHER ZEUS

OLD POET TO HIS MAIDEN CHOIR

ON THE MOUNTAINS

ONE ROLL OF THE DICE

PAPYRI OXYRHYNCUS, SELS.

POLYDEUKES

RHIPA, MOUNTAIN FLOWERED WITH FORESTS

SERVED BEAN SOUP, PARCHED WHEAT

SEVEN TABLES, SEVEN COUCHES

SHE SHALL PLAY THE FLUTE

SHORT THE WAY, BUT PITILESS

SISTER OF EUNOMIA

SLEEP

SONG I SING

THAT IS NOT APHRODITE IN THE GINGER GRASS

THE HALCYONS

THERE ARE THREE SEASONS

THERE IS THE GOD'S REVENGE

THIS IS THE MUSIC ALKMAN MADE

THUS WAS BORN THE BLESSED

TO THE SWIFT TRACE-HORSE

TRACE-HORSE

VALLEYS ARE ASLEEP AND THE MOUNTAINTOPS

VERILY THERE IS A VENGEANCE FROM ON HIGH

WAS IT REALLY APOLLO

WHEN I WAS A WOMAN

WHOEVER THEY ARE

YOU AND YOUR TWO HORSES



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