Greek Lyric Poetry: Works of Sappho, Pindar, and Aeschylus

An excellent video from 1979 by Prof. David Grene (1913-2002) University of Chicago.

They told me, Heraclitus, they told me you were dead,
They brought me bitter news to hear and bitter tears to shed.
I wept as I remembered how often you and I
Had tired the sun with talking and sent him down the sky.

And now that thou art lying, my dear old Carian guest,
A handful of grey ashes, long, long ago at rest,
Still are thy pleasant voices, thy nightingales, awake;
For Death, he taketh all away, but them he cannot take.

Callimachus of Cyrene, 260 B.C.