Anacreon

(570 BC – 488 BC)

Anacreon Poems

41. The Vintage 9/19/2012
42. The Women Tell Me Every Day 9/19/2012
43. They Tell How Atys, Wild With Love 9/19/2012
44. Thou, Whose Soft And Rosy Hues 9/19/2012
45. Three Songs 11/27/2003
46. Upon Cupid 9/19/2012
47. Vulcan! Hear Your Glorious Task 9/19/2012
48. Wine And Song 9/19/2012
49. Wine The Healer 9/19/2012
50. Youth And Age 9/19/2012
51. Youthful Eld 9/19/2012
Best Poem of Anacreon

Wine The Healer

Who his cups can stoutly bear,
In his cups despiseth fear,
In his cups can nimbly dance,
Him Lyæus will advance:
Nectar of us mortals wine,
The glad offspring of the vine,
Screen'd with leaves, preserv'd within
The plump grape's transparent skin,
In the body all diseases,
In the soul all grief appeases.

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The Bee

Love, a Bee that lurk'd among
Roses saw not, and was stung:
Who for his hurt finger crying,
Running sometimes, sometimes flying,
Doth to his fair mother hie,
And O help, cries he, I die;
A wing'd snake hath bitten me,
Call'd by countrymen a Bee:
At which Venus, if such smart

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