Anacreon

(570 BC – 488 BC)

Anacreon Poems

1. And Now With All Thy Pencil's Truth 9/19/2012
2. As Late I Sought The Spangled Bowers 9/19/2012
3. Beauty 9/19/2012
4. Count Me, On The Summer Trees 9/19/2012
5. Give Me The Harp Of Epic Song 9/19/2012
6. Gold 9/19/2012
7. Grave Me A Cup With Brilliant Grace 9/19/2012
8. Here Recline You, Gentle Maid 9/19/2012
9. I Care Not For The Idle State 9/19/2012
10. I Pray Thee, By The Gods Above 9/19/2012
11. I Will; I Will; The Conflict's Past 9/19/2012
12. Instructions To A Painter 9/19/2012
13. Listen To The Muse's Lyre 9/19/2012
14. Love's Arrows 9/19/2012
15. Love's Mark 9/19/2012
16. Love's Night Walk 9/19/2012
17. Mingle, My Boy, A Little Draught For Me 9/19/2012
18. Mirth 9/19/2012
19. Now The Star Of Day Is High 9/19/2012
20. Observe When Mother Earth Is Dry 9/19/2012
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

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Best Poem of Anacreon

Wine And Song

Bring me hither Homer's lute,
Taught with mirth (not wars) to suit;
Reach a full cup, that I may
All the laws of wine obey,
Drink, and dance, and to the lyre
Sing what Bacchus shall inspire.

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The Bowl Of Song

Sweet the song Anacreon sings,
Sweet notes flow from Sappho's strings:
Pindar's strains, their sweets among,
Add, to crown the bowl of song.
Such a triple charm would sure
Dionysus' lips allure;
Paphos' sleek-skinn'd queen would deign,
Or Love's self, the cup to drain.

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