From Anacreon: Ode XI (Peter John Allan Poems)
What recks it me of Gyges' lot?His wealth and power I envy not. My beard with scented oils shall shine,The rose ...
What recks it me of Gyges' lot?His wealth and power I envy not. My beard with scented oils shall shine,The rose ...
HERE where the roses blossom, where vines round the laurels are twining,Where the turtle-dove calls, where the blithe cricket is ...
CHAUNTED BY JACK SAVAGE, AT THE LIFE-WAKE OF THE FINE ARKANSAS GENTLEMAN, WHO DIED BEFORE HIS TIME, 1859.(Occasioned by a ...
I pray you this my song to takeNot scornfully, for Boyhood's sake;It is the last, until the dayWhen your kind ...
Come, leave the loathed stage, And the more loathsome age; Where pride and impudence, in faction knit, ...
Tonight, grave sir, both my poor house and I Do equally desire your company: Not that we think us ...
I am the gift of tongues that flameInspired resolve above:I wither the weeds of paltry aimThat choke the growth of ...
I.When old Anacreon sang the wineWhich made his utterance divine,Perchance the eyes he gazed intoWere lucent as the sun-touched dew--Brighter, ...
The Phrygian rock that braves the storm Was once a weeping matron's form; And Procne, hapless, frantic maid, ...
(from "The Sprightly Pilgrim") I sat and read Anacreon. Moved by the gay, delicious measure I mused that lips were made for love, And love to charm a poet's leisure. And as I mused a maid came by With something in her look that caught me. Forgotten was Anacreon's line, But not the lesson he had taught me.(Charles G. D. Roberts)
Oft am I by the women told, Poor Anacreon, thou grow'st old! Look how thy hairs are falling ...
Tune -- ANACREON IN HEAVEN O! say can you see, by the dawn's early light, What so proudly we hail'd ...
Come, leave the loathed stage, And the more loathsome age; Where pride and impudence, in faction knit, Usurp the chair ...
THE APPARITION OF HIS, MISTRESS, CALLING HIM TO ELYSIUM DESUNT NONNULLA-- Come then, and like two doves with silvery wings, ...
Here we securely live, and eat The cream of meat; And keep eternal fires, By which we sit, and do ...
While the milder fates consent, Let's enjoy our merriment : Drink, and dance, and pipe, and play ; Kiss our ...
HERE where the roses blossom, where vines round the laurels are twining, Where the turtle-dove calls, where the blithe cricket ...
[Goethe says of this ode, that it is the only one remaining out of several strange hymns and dithyrambs composed ...
AFTER ANACREON. [The strong resemblance of this fine poem to Cowley's Ode bearing the same name, and beginning "Happy insect! ...
Can we not force from widow'd poetry, Now thou art dead (great Donne) one elegy To crown thy hearse? Why ...
NO more wine? then we'll push back chairs and talk. A final glass for me, though: cool, i' faith! We ...
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