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

Here Recline You, Gentle Maid

Here recline you, gentle maid,
Sweet is this imbowering shade;
Sweet the young, the modest trees,
Ruffled by the kissing breeze;
Sweet the little founts that weep,
Lulling bland the mind to sleep;
Hark! they whisper as they roll,
Calm persuasion to the soul;
Tell me, tell me, is not this
All a stilly scene of bliss?
Who, my girl, would pass it by?
Surely neither you nor I!

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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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