ANTIPHILUS. A NATIVE of Byzantium, who flourished under Nero, and from his time to that of Domitian. LEONIDAS OF ALEXANDRIA. A POET, who flourished under the emperor | youth to study, and spent his after years in habits Nero, and from his times to those of Hadrian. of intimacy with the first literary characters of He speaks of himself as having devoted his Rome. PHILIP OF THESSALONICA.-PARMENION. ON THE VOTIVE IMAGE OF A LION. Ravenous with cold, and numb'd in every limb, 265 No more their numerous herds demand their care, PHILIP OF THESSALONICA. THE second collector of epigrams, flourished about 150 years after Meleager, and the 60th year of the Christian era. A MACEDONIAN by birth, and a contemporary of Philip, the second collector of the Anthology ON THE DEFEAT OF XERXES AT HIM, who reversed the laws great nature gave, Three hundred spears from Sparta's iron plain, Have stopp'd-oh blush, ye mountains, and thou main. XENOCRITUS OF RHODES. ON A DAUGHTER DROWNED AT SEA. COLD on the wild wave floats thy virgin form, Drench'd are thine auburn tresses by the storm, Poor lost Eliza! in the raging sea, Gone was my every joy and hope with thee! These sad recording stones thy fate deplore, MARCUS ARGENTARIUS. Perhaps," says Mr. Merivale, "the Greek rhetorician mentioned by Seneca; or perhaps, the Marcus Byzantinus noticed by Philostratus in the life of Apollonius." "Pictura est, oppido capto, ad Matris morientis e vulnere mammam adrepens infans: intelligiturque sentire mater, et timere ne emortuo lacte sanguinem infans lambat.-Plin. SUCK, little wretch, while yet thy mother lives! TULLIUS GEMINUS. ON THEMISTOCLES. GREECE be the monument: around her throw The broken trophies of the Persian fleet; Inscribe the gods that led the insulting foe, And mighty Xerxes at the tablet's feet. There lay Themistocles-to spread his fame ONESTUS. Called a Corinthian in the titles to his epigrams. Reiske supposes his true name to have been Onesias. TO HIS MISTRESS. I WISH I could, like Zephyr, steal I wish I might a rose-bud grow, And thou wouldst cull me from the bower, To place me on that breast of snow, I wish I were the lily's leaf, To fade upon that bosom warm; Content to wither, pale and brief, The trophy of thy fairer form. HYMN TO APOLLO. KEEP silence now, with reverential awe, sound, And voice of tuneful bird-be silent all; Sire of Aurora,-her whose eyelids fair on Exulting in thy curls of flaming gold. Thy coronal are rays of dazzling light Revolving much, and pouring on the earth, From their blest fountains, splendours ever bright: While of thy rivers of immortal fire For thee, the choirs Oh! Phœbus, warbling forth its ceaseless notesDelighted: While the Moon serenely clear, Borne onward in her steer-drawn team of light, Heralds the changeful seasons-and her heart With pleasure glows-while clothing dædal earth With beauteous vestments of a various hue. THE KISS. THE kiss, that she left on my lip, |