Anacreon

(570 BC – 488 BC)

Anacreon Poems

21. The Bee 9/19/2012
22. The Accompt 9/19/2012
23. Tell Me, Why, My Sweetest Dove 9/19/2012
24. Tell Me, Gentle Youth, I Pray Thee 9/19/2012
25. Tell Me How to Punish Thee 9/19/2012
26. Spring 9/19/2012
27. Runaway Gold 9/19/2012
28. Praise of Bacchus 9/19/2012
29. One Day, the Muses Twin'd the Hands 9/19/2012
30. On Himself 9/19/2012
31. On a Basin Wherein Venus was Engraved 9/19/2012
32. Observe When Mother Earth is Dry 9/19/2012
33. Now the Star of Day is High 9/19/2012
34. Mirth 9/19/2012
35. Mingle, My Boy, a Little Draught for Me 9/19/2012
36. Love's Night Walk 9/19/2012
37. Love's Mark 9/19/2012
38. Love's Arrows 9/19/2012
39. Listen to the Muse's Lyre 9/19/2012
40. Instructions to a Painter 9/19/2012

Beauty

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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