Anacreon

(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. On A Basin Wherein Venus Was Engraved 9/19/2012
13. One Day, The Muses Twin'D The Hands 9/19/2012
14. On Himself 9/19/2012
15. The Phrygian Rock, That Braves The Storm 9/19/2012
16. Observe When Mother Earth Is Dry 9/19/2012
17. Runaway Gold 9/19/2012
18. The Swallow 9/19/2012
19. Tell Me How To Punish Thee 9/19/2012
20. They Tell How Atys, Wild With Love 9/19/2012
21. Thou, Whose Soft And Rosy Hues 9/19/2012
22. The Vain Advice 9/19/2012
23. Tell Me, Gentle Youth, I Pray Thee 9/19/2012
24. Vulcan! Hear Your Glorious Task 9/19/2012
25. Praise Of Bacchus 9/19/2012
26. Beauty 9/19/2012
27. Now The Star Of Day Is High 9/19/2012
28. Love's Mark 9/19/2012
29. The Old Lover 9/19/2012
30. Love's Night Walk 9/19/2012
31. Mirth 9/19/2012
32. Give Me The Harp Of Epic Song 9/19/2012
33. Count Me, On The Summer Trees 9/19/2012
34. Gold 9/19/2012
35. Tell Me, Why, My Sweetest Dove 9/19/2012
36. Youthful Eld 9/19/2012
37. I Will; I Will; The Conflict's Past 9/19/2012
38. The Vintage 9/19/2012
39. Love's Arrows 9/19/2012
40. The Rose 9/19/2012
Best Poem of Anacreon

Youth And Age

When I see the young men play,
Young methinks I am as they;
And my aged thoughts laid by,
To the dance with joy I fly:
Come, a flowery chaplet lend me;
Youth and mirthful thoughts attend me:
Age be gone, we'll dance among
Those that young are, and be young:
Bring some wine, boy, fill about;
You shall see the old man's stout;
Who can laugh and tipple too,
And be mad as well as you.

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The Bowl Of Song

Sweet the song Anacreon sings,
Sweet notes flow from Sappho's strings:
Pindar's strains, their sweets among,
Add, to crown the bowl of song.
Such a triple charm would sure
Dionysus' lips allure;
Paphos' sleek-skinn'd queen would deign,
Or Love's self, the cup to drain.

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