Anacreon

(570 BC – 488 BC)

Poems of Anacreon

21. On a Basin Wherein Venus was Engraved 9/19/2012
22. On Himself 9/19/2012
23. One Day, the Muses Twin'd the Hands 9/19/2012
24. Praise of Bacchus 9/19/2012
25. Runaway Gold 9/19/2012
26. Spring 9/19/2012
27. Tell Me How to Punish Thee 9/19/2012
28. Tell Me, Gentle Youth, I Pray Thee 9/19/2012
29. Tell Me, Why, My Sweetest Dove 9/19/2012
30. The Accompt 9/19/2012
31. The Bee 9/19/2012
32. The Bowl of Song 9/19/2012
33. The Dream 9/19/2012
34. The Grasshopper 9/19/2012
35. The Lute 9/19/2012
36. The Old Lover 9/19/2012
37. The Phrygian Rock, that Braves the Storm 9/19/2012
38. The Rose 9/19/2012
39. The Swallow 9/19/2012
40. The Vain Advice 9/19/2012

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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