Poems by Anacreon

Whilst our joys with wine we raise,
Youthful Bacchus we will praise.
Bacchus dancing did inven...

With the flowery crowned spring
Now the vernal rose we sing;
Sons of mirth, your sprightly la...

When with soft and viewless feet
Like the wind, and no less fleet,
Flies me, as he flies awa...

Pleasant 'tis abroad to stray
Thro' the meadow deep in hay,
Where soft zephyrs, breathing low...

Gentle swallow, thou we know
Every year dost come and go;
In the spring thy nest thou mak'st;...

"Tell me, gentle youth, I pray thee,
What in purchase shall I pay thee
For this little waxen...

Tell me how to punish thee,
For the mischief done to me?
Silly swallow! Prating thing,
Shall...

Tell me, why, my sweetest dove,
Thus your humid pinions move,
Shedding through the air in s...

Here recline you, gentle maid,
Sweet is this imbowering shade;
Sweet the young, the modest ...

And now with all thy pencil's truth,
Portray Bathyllus, lovely youth!
Let his hair, in lapse...

As late I sought the spangled bowers,
To cull a wreath of matin flowers,
Where many an early ...

Horns to bulls wise Nature lends;
Horses she with hoofs defends;
Hares with nimble feet relie...

Love, a Bee that lurk'd among
Roses saw not, and was stung:
Who for his hurt finger crying, ...

Sweet the song Anacreon sings,
Sweet notes flow from Sappho's strings:
Pindar's strains, the...

Count me, on the summer trees,
Every leaf that courts the breeze;
Count me, on the foamy de...