Classic and Contemporary Poets

ANACREON

Poems found: 415

AN ODE, PARAPHRASED: THE CUP

THE EPICURE, OR THE DRUNKARD

THE GRASSHOPPER

THE WOUNDED CUPID. SONG

UPON DRINKING IN A BOWL

TWAS NOW THE HOUR WHEN NIGHT HAD DRIVEN

MINGLE WITH THE GENIAL BOWL

AN ODE OF ANACREON

ANACREON'S DOVE

BY CELIA'S ARBOUR

DRINKING; PARAPHRASED

NUNC EST BIBENDUM

ODE TO THE SWALLOW

ODE: THE GRASSHOPPER

ON THE GRASSHOPPER

TAKE HER, BREAK HER

THE BARD OF LOVE

THE CHEAT OF CUPID; OR THE UNGENTLE GUEST

THE GOLDEN MEAN

TO HIMSELF; AN ODE

TO HIS MISTRESS; AN ODE

TO LOVE; AN ODE

(CROWNED WITH GARLANDS OF MYRTLE

(EROS') WANTON, RECKLESS, AIMLESS

(EROS) ROMPS AROUND

(HE WAS) NEITHER

(KALLIKRITE, KYANE'S DAUGHTER

(SPRING WIND) SHAKES

(TABLES) SAGGING WITH THEIR LOAD

(TEOS) THE DAUGHTER OF ATHAMAS

(THE BEAUTY OF WATER

REVOLT, O MEGISTES

AFFECTIONATELY (DRUNK

AGAIN ( ) ISLAND

AITHIOPIAN CHILD

ALL NIG)HT LONG

ALREADY MY TEMPLES ARE HOAR

AND DEUNYSOS SHOUTING

AND I, I TOOK THE CUP

AND NOW MY HAIR IS THIN AND WHITE

AND THEN BE GRACIOUS WITH

AND WAY BACK WHEN

AND YOUR CURLS IN LOVELY BUNCHES

ARES THE RAISER OF DUST

AS COMFORTABLE AS TRAVELERS WHO ASK ONLY

AS DRUNK AND ROLLING

AS WHITE AS MILK

AS WRETCHED AS IF DEAD

BALDHEADED ALEXIS

BE AS GENTLE WITH THAT BOY AS WITH A SUCKLING FAWN

BECAUSE YOU WERE

BEFORE, HE WENT AROUND IN RAGS, A WASPED CAP

BENEATH THIS FRAGRANT MYRTLE SHADE

BOY, BECAUSE YOU DO NOT KNOW

BOY, WITH THE LOOK OF A GIRL

BOYS WILL LOVE ME STILL

BRAVE AGATHON DIED FOR ABDERA

BRING ME THE WINEBOWL, COME MY BOY

BRING WATER AND BRING WINE

BRING WATER, BOY, BRING WINE

BUT HE, HIGH-MINDED

BUTLERS IN THE INFANTRY

CAN MYRRH RUBBED ON A CHEST

CHATTERING SWALLOW

COME, AGAIN, LET US NO LONGER

COME, BOY, BRING ME A BOWL

COUNT, IF YOU CAN, EVERY LEAF ON EVERY TREE

CUT THE COLLAR THROUGH

EROS HEAVY ON MY SHOULDERS

EROS MELTING IN THE MOUTH

EROS THE BLACKSMITH

EURYPLE THE BLONDE

FISTS IN TROUBLE FLYING

FOR SUPPER I HAD A SMAL PIECE OF BREAD

FOR ZEUS PREXIDIKE SEWED

GARLANDS OF CELERY AROUND OUR BROWS

GIRL IN A GOLDEN ROBE

GLOWING WITH DESIRE

GRACE TO THE SON OF AISKHYLOS, SILVER BOW

HE GAVE PLEASURE

HE SLEEPS SOUNDLY

HE WAS A SOLDIER IN THE WARS

HERE - HA! - IS EROS BLOND AS GOLD

HERE IS EROS. IF HE REMAINS

HOLDING THE MAGADIS

I AM NEITHER STEADFAST WITH

I AM PERHAPS IN LOVE

I AM THE SHIELD WHICH BROUGHT PYTHON HOME ALIVE

I ASKED STRATTIS THE MAKER OF LYRES

I BECOME MISTY-EYED AND READY

I BESEECH YOU, HUNTRESS OF DEER

I BOXED WITH A HARSH OPPONENT

I CLIMB THE WHITE CLIFF AGAIN

I COME FROM THE RIVER

I DESPISE THE RUDE, EARTHY MANNERS

I FLUTTER UP TO OLYMPOS

I LOOK WITH LONGING AT

I LOVE IT WHEN WE PLAY TOGETHER

I PLAY LYDIAN OCTAVES

I SLIDE BY, BUT AS OVER

I STRUM AND STRUM IN MY OWN FASHION ON THE GUITAR

I TAKE UP MY SHIELD

I WOULD NOT WISH ON

I'M IN LOVE WITH KLEOBOULOS

I'VE EATEN A PIECE OF WHEATMEAL BISCUIT

IN A SACRED MANNER

IN THE MONTH OF POSIDEION

INSCRIPTION ON A HERM

INSCRIPTION ON A HERM

INSCRIPTION ON AN ALTARPIECE

INTO A CLEAN JUG POUR

KNOCKKNEED (COWARD

LET HIM WHO WANTS

LET ME DIE. NO OTHER WAY

LIKE THE CUCKOO

LO, I CLIMB UP AND DIVE FROM THE WHITE CLIFFS

LOOK, THIS MAN FLOUTS

LOVED PITIFUL WAR

LOVELY, TOO LOVELY

LYDIANIZED GENTRY

MADE OFF WITH MUCH TREASURE

MEN EACH WEARING THREE GARLANDS

MILD-EYED, LIKE A SUCKLING FAWN

MOTHER OF TWO CHILDREN

NOT MY GENTLE SISTER

NOW THE WALLS CROWNING THE CITY

O APOLLON, AND YOU, HO(LY ARTEMIS!

O DEERSLAYER ARTEMIS

O LORD PLAYING WITH EROS THE WRECKER

O LORD, WITH WHOM SUBDUING LOVE

O THE LIGHT OF YOUR LOVING SMILING FRIENDLY FACE!

OF ALL MY STALWART FRIENDS, ARISTOKLEIDES

OF THE HAIR THAT SHADOWED

OFF TO PYTHOMANDROS'

ONCE AGAIN FROM HIGH ABOVE

ONCE EACH REVOLVING YEAR, FR. ODES OF ANACREON

ONCE MORE THE GOLDEN-HAIRED GOD

PLUNGING OUR HANDS INTO THE STEWPOT

PROUDER OF HIS SWORD THAN PELEUS

QUIT CHATTERING ON

SEE THE YOUNG, THE ROSY SPRING, FR. ODES OF ANACREON

SHAKING YOUR THRACIAN MANE

SHORT STRAIGHT (PERSIAN) SWORD

SHOW ME THE WAY TO GO HOME

STALKS OF SLIM WHITE CELERY

STUBBORN (AS A MULE

SWEETLY SINGING

TARGELIOS MARVELS AT THE SKILL

THAT GOOD-NATURED CADET MEGISTES

EDGE OF MY SPIRIT DULLED

FLUTE OF HANDSOME BATHYLLOS

KALYX OF A FLOWER

MYSIANS FIRST MATED HORSEMOUNTING ASSES

SERVANT GIRL POURED

SUN BEAUTIFULLY BRIGHT

TALENTS THAT TANTALIZED

WIDE-LEGGED DANCE

THERE, WITH THE BEAUTIFUL LYRE

THEY DANCED NIMBLY

THEY WORE PLAITED GARLANDS

THIS IS PHEIDOLAS' MARE, NAME OF BREEZE

THIS IS THE MAN WHO FACE DOWN

TIME WAS, HE WORE A TUNIC FROM A RUMMAGE SALE

TO CRY IN GRIEF

TO GAZE IN FEAR

TO HERA WILL I TAKE

TO OLYMPOS ON EASY WINGS

TO RISE UP (LIGHTLY AND SWIFTLY

TOOK OFF HER DRESS

TOSS KNUCKLEBONES WITH EROS

TWINING THIGH WITH THIGH

WALKING ALONG WITH A HAUGHTY NECK

WALKING WITH SWAYING HIPS

WATCH ME OUT OF THE CORNERS OF YOUR EYES

WEAVING A GARLAND LONG AGO

WHEN MY DARK HAIR

WHEN THE WINEJAR GOES AROUND

WHO HAS TURNED HIS SOUL

WHOSE HEART IS GREEN AND YOUNG AGAIN

WINE-DRINKING WOMAN

WORTHY OF BEING SPIT ON

YOU ARE KIND TO STRANGERS, ARE YOU NOT?

YOU CARRY ON OVER IT

YOU HAVE TIMOROUS WITS AS WELL

YOU TURN IN YOUR TRACKS

YOU'LL HAVE ME THE GOSSIP

YOU'VE SNIPPED THE DELICIOUS BLOSSOMS OFF

YOUNG AND HEALTHY

ANACREONTIQUE ON LOVE

ELEGIAC FRAGMENT

FRAGMENT: 423 A AND B

LOVE'S STRATEGY

ODE: 21. DRINKING

ON A SLAIN WARRIOR

ON THE GRASSHOPPER

PORTRAIT OF HIS MISTRESS

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