Anacreon

(570 BC – 488 BC)

Anacreon Poems

1. As Late I Sought The Spangled Bowers 9/19/2012
2. The Accompt 9/19/2012
3. The Bowl Of Song 9/19/2012
4. I Care Not For The Idle State 9/19/2012
5. Instructions To A Painter 9/19/2012
6. I Pray Thee, By The Gods Above 9/19/2012
7. Grave Me A Cup With Brilliant Grace 9/19/2012
8. Listen To The Muse's Lyre 9/19/2012
9. Mingle, My Boy, A Little Draught For Me 9/19/2012
10. Observe When Mother Earth Is Dry 9/19/2012
11. On A Basin Wherein Venus Was Engraved 9/19/2012
12. One Day, The Muses Twin'D The Hands 9/19/2012
13. On Himself 9/19/2012
14. The Phrygian Rock, That Braves The Storm 9/19/2012
15. Runaway Gold 9/19/2012
16. The Swallow 9/19/2012
17. Tell Me How To Punish Thee 9/19/2012
18. They Tell How Atys, Wild With Love 9/19/2012
19. Thou, Whose Soft And Rosy Hues 9/19/2012
20. The Vain Advice 9/19/2012
21. Now The Star Of Day Is High 9/19/2012
22. Vulcan! Hear Your Glorious Task 9/19/2012
23. Tell Me, Gentle Youth, I Pray Thee 9/19/2012
24. Praise Of Bacchus 9/19/2012
25. Love's Mark 9/19/2012
26. The Lute 9/19/2012
27. Beauty 9/19/2012
28. The Bee 9/19/2012
29. The Old Lover 9/19/2012
30. Mirth 9/19/2012
31. Love's Night Walk 9/19/2012
32. And Now With All Thy Pencil's Truth 9/19/2012
33. Count Me, On The Summer Trees 9/19/2012
34. Give Me The Harp Of Epic Song 9/19/2012
35. Upon Cupid 9/19/2012
36. Tell Me, Why, My Sweetest Dove 9/19/2012
37. Youthful Eld 9/19/2012
38. Three Songs 11/27/2003
39. The Grasshopper 9/19/2012
40. I Will; I Will; The Conflict's Past 9/19/2012
Best Poem of Anacreon

Youth And Age

When I see the young men play,
Young methinks I am as they;
And my aged thoughts laid by,
To the dance with joy I fly:
Come, a flowery chaplet lend me;
Youth and mirthful thoughts attend me:
Age be gone, we'll dance among
Those that young are, and be young:
Bring some wine, boy, fill about;
You shall see the old man's stout;
Who can laugh and tipple too,
And be mad as well as you.

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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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