Poems by Anacreon

In a dream unto me came
Anacreon, of Teian fame.
He accosted me, and I
Ran up to him lovingl...

Give me the harp of epic song,
Which Homer's finger thrill'd along;
But tear away the sanguin...

Not to love a pain is deem'd,
And to love's the same esteem'd:
But of all the greatest pain
...

Grave me a cup with brilliant grace,
Deep as the rich and holy vase,
Which on the shrine of S...

Grasshopper thrice-happy! Who
Sipping the cool morning dew,
Queen-like chirpest all the day
S...

I care not for the idle state
Of Persia's king, the rich, the great!
I envy not the monarch's...

Best of painters come, pursue
What our Muse invites thee to,
And Lyæ us, whose shrill ...

I pray thee, by the gods above,
Give me the mighty bowl I love,
And let me sing, in wild de...

I will; I will; the conflict's past,
And I'll consent to love at last.
Cupid has long, with s...

Listen to the Muse's lyre,
Master of the pencil's fire!
Sketch'd in painting's bold display,
...

In the Lemnian forge of late
Vulcan making arrows sate,
Whilst with honey their barb'd points
...

Horses plainly are descry'd
By the mark upon their side:
Parthians are ditinguished
By the mi...

Downward was the wheeling Bear
Driven by the Waggoner:
Men by powerful sleep opprest,
Gave t...

Of th' Atrides I would sing,
Or the wand'ring Theban king;
But when I my lute did prove,
No...

Now the star of day is high,
Fly, my girls, in pity fly,
Bring me wine in brimming urns,
...