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

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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