Poems found: 10
CALL ME POLYXENA, THE WIFE OF ARCHELAUS.
DEMAENETA SENT EIGHT SONS / TO FIGHT THE RANKS OF THE FOE
EROS, THAT BANE OF MEN, MOLDED SOFT AS MARROW.
LAMISCA, WHO BREATHED HER LAST . . .
THEY DRIVE ME MAD, THOSE ROSY LIPS, FOREVER PRATTLING.