The Epicure (Anacreon Poems)
I Fill the bowl with rosy wine! Around our temples roses twine! And let us cheerfully awhile, ...
I Fill the bowl with rosy wine! Around our temples roses twine! And let us cheerfully awhile, ...
They must not talk....That strong and silent creature, The male of homo sapiens, bears the banWith calm aplomb. Speech is ...
Mark yon runnel, how 'tis flowing, Like a sylvan spirit dreamingOf the spring-blooms near it blowing, And the ...
PEACE! where art thou to be found? Where, in all the spacious Round, May thy Footsteps be pursu'd? Where may ...
"THE COLD blast at the casement beats; The window-panes are white; The snow whirls through the empty streets; ...
Praise to God, immortal praise, For the love that crowns our days;Bounteous source of every joy,Let thy praise our tongues ...
Oh say not that my heart is coldTo aught that once could warm it -That Nature's Form so dear of ...
RING the bells, nor ring them slowly;Toll them not, -- the day is holy!Golden-flooded noon is pouredIn grand libation to ...
MARK yon runnel how 'tis flowing,Like a sylvan spirit dreamingOf the Spring-blooms near it blowingAnd the sunlight in it gleaming!Where ...
THE sun is setting--not in colours gay, But pure as when he blazed with noonday heat; The upland path is ...
"Speak! speak I thou fearful guest Who, with thy hollow breast Still in rude armor drest, Comest to daunt me! ...
IN the deepest nights of Winter To the Muses kind oft cried I: "Not a ray of morn is gleaming, ...
THE DOUBTERS. YE love, and sonnets write! Fate's strange behest! The heart, its hidden meaning to declare, Must seek for ...
[This song was also written for Lily. Goethe mentions, at the end of his Autobiography, that he overheard her singing ...
(Not in the English sense of the word, but the German, where it has the meaning of betrothed.) I SLEPT,--'twas ...
[The following explanation is necessary, in order to make this ode in any way intelligible. The Poet is supposed to ...
PART I 'Tis the middle of night by the castle clock And the owls have awakened the crowing cock; Tu-whit!- ...
O SING a new song to the Lord, Make, all and every one, A joyful noise, even for the King ...
A R I S E, my soul, on wings enraptur'd, rise To praise the monarch of the earth and skies, ...
When in death I shall calmly recline, O bear my heart to my mistress dear, Tell her it lived upon ...
O thou that swing'st upon the waving ear Of some well-filled oaten beard, Drunk ev'ry night with a delicious tear ...
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