Classic and Contemporary Poets
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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