Idyls of Bion & Moschus

The Idyls of Bion & Moschus, 1922, was the companion volume to Theocritus, as seen in the previous post—with fewer, but just as beautiful, illustrations by Sir William. You can read about Bion of Smyrna, here, and Moschus of Syracuse, here. But first, enjoy Flint's work from his finest era:

'Come, dear playmates, maidens of like age with me,

let us mount the bull here and take our pastime; . . .

how mild he is, and dear, and gentle to behold,

and no whit like other bulls'

'Woe, woe for Cypris," the mountains all are saying,

and the oak-trees answer, 'Woe for Adonis'

The herdsman bore off Helen, upon a time,

and carried her to Ida, sore sorrow to CEnone

Hesperus, golden lamp of the lovely daughter of the foam, . . .

hail, friend, and as I lead the revel to the shepherd's hut,

in place of the moonlight lend me thine

And she too is Sicilian, and on the shores by Aetna

she was wont to play