DYLL II.
THE SORCERESS

IDYLL III.
THE SERENADE

IDYLL IV.
THE HERDSMAN

IDYLL V.
THE BATTLE OF THE BARDS

IDYLL VI.
THE DRAWN BATTLE

IDYLL VII.
HARVEST-HOME

IDYLL VIII.
THE TRIUMPH OF DAPHNIS

IDYLL IX.
PASTORALS

IDYLL X.
THE TWO WORKMEN

IDYLL XI.
THE GIANT'S WOOING

IDYLL XII.
THE COMRADES

IDYLL XIII.
HYLAS

IDYLL XIV.
THE LOVE OF AESCHINES

IDYLL XV.
THE FESTIVAL OF ADONIS

IDYLL XVI.
THE VALUE OF SONG

IDYLL XVII.
THE PRAISE OF PTOLEMY

IDYLL XVIII.
THE BRIDAL OF HELEN

IDYLL XIX.
LOVE STEALING HONEY

IDYLL XX.
TOWN AND COUNTRY

IDYLL XXI.
THE FISHERMEN

IDYLL XXII.
THE SONS OF LEDA

IDYLL XXIII.
LOVE AVENGED

IDYLL XXIV.
THE INFANT HERACLES

IDYLL XXV.
HERACLES THE LION SLAYER

IDYLL XXVI.
THE BACCHANALS

IDYLL XXVII.
A COUNTRYMAN'S WOOING

IDYLL XXVIII.
THE DISTAFF

IDYLL XXIX.
LOVES

IDYLL XXX.
THE DEATH OF ADONIS

IDYLL XXXI.
LOVES

FRAGMENT FROM THE "BERENICE"

EPIGRAMS AND EPITAPHS:--

I.--VI.
VII.--FOR A STATUE OF AESCULAPIUS
VIII.--ORTHO'S EPITAPH
IX.--EPITAPH OF CLEONICUS
X.--FOR A STATUE OF THE MUSES
XI.--EPITAPH OF EUSTHENES
XII.--FOR A TRIPOD ERECTED BY DAMOTELES TO BACCHUS
XIII.--FOR A STATUE OF ANACREON
XIV.--EPITAPH OF EURYMEDON
XV.--ANOTHER
XVI.--FOR A STATUE OF THE HEAVENLY APHRODITE
XVII.--To EPICHARMUS
XVIII.--EPITAPH OF CLEITA, NURSE OF MEDEIUS
XIX.--TO ARCHILOCHUS
XX.--UNDER A STATUE OF PEISANDER
XXI.--EPITAPH OF HIPPONAX
XXII.--ON HIS OWN BOOK

IDYLL I.

The Death of Daphnis.

_THYRSIS. A GOATHERD._

THYRSIS.
Sweet are the whispers of yon pine that makes
Low music o'er the spring, and, Goatherd, sweet
Thy piping; second thou to Pan alone.
Is his the horned ram? then thine the goat.
Is his the goat? to thee shall fall the kid;
And toothsome is the flesh of unmilked kids.

GOATHERD.
Shepherd, thy lay is as the noise of streams
Falling and falling aye from yon tall crag.
If for their meed the Muses claim the ewe,
Be thine the stall-fed lamb; or if they choose
The lamb, take thou the scarce less-valued ewe.

THYRSIS.
Pray, by the Nymphs, pray, Goatherd, seat thee here
Against this hill-slope in the tamarisk shade,
And pipe me somewhat,