- Like The Sweet Apple
- To One False In Love
- Must I remind you, Cleis,
- To Evening
- To Aphrodite
- The Arbor
- To any army wife
- Prayer to Our Lady of Paphos
- Sounds of grief
- Cyprian, in my dream
- Leto and Niobe
- Loneliness
- We put the urn aboard ship
- Words
- It was you, Atthis, who said
- We shall enjoy it
- I took my lyre and said
- Yes, Atthis, you may be sure
- It is the Muses
- Drapple-thorned Aphrodite,
- Anactoria
- It's no use
- Like the gods
- In the spring twilight