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

The Women Tell Me Every Day

The women tell me every day
That all my bloom has past away.
'Behold,' the pretty wantons cry,
'Behold this mirror with a sigh;
The locks upon thy brow are few,
And, like the rest, they're withering too!'
Whether decline has thinn'd my hair,
I'm sure I neither know nor care;
But this I know, and this I feel,
As onward to the tomb I steal,
That still as death approaches nearer,
The joys of life are sweeter, dearer;
And had I but an hour to live,
That little hour to bliss I'd give!

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The Accompt

If thou dost the number know
Of the leaves on every bough,
If thou can'st the reckoning keep
Of the sands within the deep;
Thee of all men will I take,
And my Love's accomptant make.
Of Athenians first a score
Set me down; then fifteen more;
Add a regiment to these

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