Poems by Anacreon
Drinking
... They drink and dance by their own light ...
The Thracian Filly
... But now 'tis yet the meadow free ...
The Swallow
... Though men say thou bring'st the Spring ...
The Wounded Cupid. Song
... s the smart Of those, thou woundest with thy Dart! ...
Gold
... A curse on him who first did coin it! ...
All Things Drink
... I should thirst when all else drink ...
The Grasshopper
... But, when thou'st drunk, and danc'd and sung ...
The Epicure
... With odorous oils my head o'erflowing, ...
Beauty
... Beauty, this Both their arms and armor is: ...
Age
... 'Tis time short pleasures now to take, ...
The Poet's Choice
... That when the fates would send their minion, ...
A Lover's Sigh
... Warm to thy breast, and feels its sighs! ...
