Poems found: 42
THERE IS NO LOVING AFTER DEATH
ALL THAT IS LEFT ME OF MY SOUL
ALTHOUGH SHE'S A GIRL, DORKION
DIDYME WAVED AN OLIVE BRANCH AT ME
GET DRUNK, MY BOY, DON'T WEEP, YOU'RE
I AM NOT YET TWENTY-TWO AND I AM TIRED OF LIVING.
I'M ONLY TWENTY-ONE AND ALREADY LIFE IS A BURDEN
IT IS SWEET IN SUMMER TO SLAKE
LYSIDICE DEDICATED TO YOU, CYPRIS.
LYSIDIKE DEDICATES TO YOU, KYPRIS, HER JOCKEY'S
PLAYING ONE WITH FACILE HERMIONE
SNOW! HAIL! LOWER! LIGHTNING! THUNDER!
THIS IS THE SWEET WORK OF ERINNA, NOT MUCH, OF COURSE.
FILL THE CAN AND FILL THE CUP'