Love's Grave, Meleager
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LXXI
LOVE'S GRAVE
MELEAGER
When I am gone, Cleobulus--for what avails? cast among the fire of
young loves, I lie a brand in the ashes--I pray thee make the burial- urn drunk with wine ere thou lay it under earth, and write thereon, "Love's gift to Death."
Love's Masterdom, Meleager
LXXII
LOVE'S MASTERDOM
MELEAGER
Terrible is Love, terrible; and what avails it if again I say and again, with many a moan, Terrible is Love? for surely the boy laughs at this, and is pleased with manifold reproaches; and if I say bitter things, they are meat and drink to him. And I wonder how thou, O Cyprian, who didst arise through the green waves, out of water hast borne a fire.
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Love the Conqueror, Meleager
LXXIII
LOVE THE CONQUEROR
MELEAGER
I am down: tread with thy foot on my neck, cruel divinity; I know thee, by the gods, heavy as thou art to bear: I know too thy fiery arrows: but hurling thy brands at my soul thou wilt no longer kindle it, for it is all ashes.
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Love's Prisoner, Meleager
LXXIV
LOVE'S PRISONER
MELEAGER
Did I not cry aloud to thee, O soul, "Yes, by the Cyprian, thou wilt be caught, poor lover, if thou flutterest so often near the lime- twigs"? did I not cry aloud? and the snare has taken thee. Why dost thou gasp vainly in the toils? Love himself has bound thy wings and set thee on the fire, and sprinkled thee to swooning with perfumes, and given thee in thy thirst hot tears to drink.
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Frost and Fire, Meleager
LXXV
FROST AND FIRE
MELEAGER
Ah suffering soul, now thou burnest in the fire, and now thou revivest, and fetchest breath again: why weepest thou? when thou didst feed pitiless Love in thy bosom, knewest thou not that he was being fed for thy woe? knewest thou not? Know now his repayment, a fair foster-hire! take it, fire and cold snow together. Thou wouldst have it so; bear the pain; thou sufferest the wages of thy work, scorched with his burning honey.
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LXXVI
THE SCULPTOR OF SOULS
MELEAGER
Within my heart Love himself has moulded Heliodora with her lovely voice, the soul of my soul.
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LXXVII
LOVE'S IMMORTALITY
STRATO
Who may know if a loved one passes the prime, while ever with him and never left alone? who may not satisfy to-day who satisfied yesterday? and if he did satisfy, what should befall him not to satisfy to-morrow?
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Introduction
Chapter I Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV | Part V | Part VI | Part VII | Part VIII
LXXI
LOVE'S GRAVE
MELEAGER
When I am gone, Cleobulus--for what avails? cast among the fire of
young loves, I lie a brand in the ashes--I pray thee make the burial- urn drunk with wine ere thou lay it under earth, and write thereon, "Love's gift to Death."
Love's Masterdom, Meleager
LXXII
LOVE'S MASTERDOM
MELEAGER
Terrible is Love, terrible; and what avails it if again I say and again, with many a moan, Terrible is Love? for surely the boy laughs at this, and is pleased with manifold reproaches; and if I say bitter things, they are meat and drink to him. And I wonder how thou, O Cyprian, who didst arise through the green waves, out of water hast borne a fire.
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Love the Conqueror, Meleager
LXXIII
LOVE THE CONQUEROR
MELEAGER
I am down: tread with thy foot on my neck, cruel divinity; I know thee, by the gods, heavy as thou art to bear: I know too thy fiery arrows: but hurling thy brands at my soul thou wilt no longer kindle it, for it is all ashes.
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Love's Prisoner, Meleager
LXXIV
LOVE'S PRISONER
MELEAGER
Did I not cry aloud to thee, O soul, "Yes, by the Cyprian, thou wilt be caught, poor lover, if thou flutterest so often near the lime- twigs"? did I not cry aloud? and the snare has taken thee. Why dost thou gasp vainly in the toils? Love himself has bound thy wings and set thee on the fire, and sprinkled thee to swooning with perfumes, and given thee in thy thirst hot tears to drink.
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Frost and Fire, Meleager
LXXV
FROST AND FIRE
MELEAGER
Ah suffering soul, now thou burnest in the fire, and now thou revivest, and fetchest breath again: why weepest thou? when thou didst feed pitiless Love in thy bosom, knewest thou not that he was being fed for thy woe? knewest thou not? Know now his repayment, a fair foster-hire! take it, fire and cold snow together. Thou wouldst have it so; bear the pain; thou sufferest the wages of thy work, scorched with his burning honey.
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LXXVI
THE SCULPTOR OF SOULS
MELEAGER
Within my heart Love himself has moulded Heliodora with her lovely voice, the soul of my soul.
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LXXVII
LOVE'S IMMORTALITY
STRATO
Who may know if a loved one passes the prime, while ever with him and never left alone? who may not satisfy to-day who satisfied yesterday? and if he did satisfy, what should befall him not to satisfy to-morrow?
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