(570 BC – 488 BC)

Anacreon Poems

1. Three Songs 11/27/2003
2. As Late I Sought The Spangled Bowers 9/19/2012
3. The Accompt 9/19/2012
4. The Bee 9/19/2012
5. The Bowl Of Song 9/19/2012
6. Grave Me A Cup With Brilliant Grace 9/19/2012
7. I Care Not For The Idle State 9/19/2012
8. Instructions To A Painter 9/19/2012
9. I Pray Thee, By The Gods Above 9/19/2012
10. Listen To The Muse's Lyre 9/19/2012
11. Mingle, My Boy, A Little Draught For Me 9/19/2012
12. Observe When Mother Earth Is Dry 9/19/2012
13. The Old Lover 9/19/2012
14. On A Basin Wherein Venus Was Engraved 9/19/2012
15. One Day, The Muses Twin'D The Hands 9/19/2012
16. On Himself 9/19/2012
17. The Phrygian Rock, That Braves The Storm 9/19/2012
18. Runaway Gold 9/19/2012
19. The Swallow 9/19/2012
20. Tell Me How To Punish Thee 9/19/2012
21. They Tell How Atys, Wild With Love 9/19/2012
22. Thou, Whose Soft And Rosy Hues 9/19/2012
23. The Vain Advice 9/19/2012
24. Now The Star Of Day Is High 9/19/2012
25. Vulcan! Hear Your Glorious Task 9/19/2012
26. Tell Me, Gentle Youth, I Pray Thee 9/19/2012
27. Praise Of Bacchus 9/19/2012
28. Beauty 9/19/2012
29. The Lute 9/19/2012
30. Love's Mark 9/19/2012
31. Love's Night Walk 9/19/2012
32. Mirth 9/19/2012
33. Give Me The Harp Of Epic Song 9/19/2012
34. Count Me, On The Summer Trees 9/19/2012
35. And Now With All Thy Pencil's Truth 9/19/2012
36. Upon Cupid 9/19/2012
37. Tell Me, Why, My Sweetest Dove 9/19/2012
38. Gold 9/19/2012
39. Youthful Eld 9/19/2012
40. The Grasshopper 9/19/2012
Best Poem of Anacreon

The Women Tell Me Every Day

The women tell me every day
That all my bloom has past away.
'Behold,' the pretty wantons cry,
'Behold this mirror with a sigh;
The locks upon thy brow are few,
And, like the rest, they're withering too!'
Whether decline has thinn'd my hair,
I'm sure I neither know nor care;
But this I know, and this I feel,
As onward to the tomb I steal,
That still as death approaches nearer,
The joys of life are sweeter, dearer;
And had I but an hour to live,
That little hour to bliss I'd give!

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Horns to bulls wise Nature lends;
Horses she with hoofs defends;
Hares with nimble feet relieves;
Dreadful teeth to lions gives;
Fishes learn through streams to slide;
Birds through yielding air to glide;
Men with courage she supplies;
But to women these denies.
What then gives she? Beauty, this

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