Anacreontics
translated by Sir Thomas Stanley
Contents:
The Lute. I.
- OF th' Atrides I would sing,
- Or the wand'ring Theban King;
- Byron's version of this poem.
- Cowley's version of this poem.
- Moore's version of this poem.
Beauty. II.
- HORNS to Bulls wise Nature lends:
- Horses she with hoofs defends:
- Cowley's version of this poem.
- Moore's version of this poem.
Love's Night-walk. III.
- DOWNWARD was the wheeling Bear
- Driven by the Waggoner:
- Byron's version of this poem.
- Moore's version of this poem.
IV.
- ON this verdant Lotus laid,
- Underneath the Myrtles shade,
- Cowley's version of this poem.
- Moore's version of this poem.
Roses. V.
- ROSES (Love's delight) let's join
- To the red-cheek'd God of wine:
- Moore's version of this poem.
Another. VI.
- NOW with Roses we are crown'd
- Let our mirth and cups go round:
- Moore's version of this poem.
The Chase. VII.
- WITH a whip of Lillies, Love
- Swiftly me before him drove:
- Moore's version of this poem.
The Dream VIII.
- AS on Purple Carpets I
- Charm'd by wine in slumber lie,
- Moore's version of this poem.
The Dove. IX.
- WHITHER flies my pretty Dove?
- Whither humble Scout of Love?
- Moore's version of this poem.
Love in Wax. X.
- AS Love's image, to be sold,
- Wrought in wax I did behold,
- Moore's version of this poem.
The Old Lover. XI.
- BY the women I am told
- 'Las Anacreon thou grow'st old,
- Cowley's version of this poem.
- Moore's version of this poem.
The Swallow. XII.
- CHATTERING Swallow, what shall we,
- Shall we do to punish thee?
- Cowley's version of this poem.
- Moore's version of this poem.
XIII.
- ATIS through deserted groves
- Cybele invoking roves:
- Moore's version of this poem.
The Combat. XIV.
- NOW will I a lover be,
- Love himself commanded me.
- Cowley's version of this poem.
- Moore's version of this poem.
XV.
- I NOT care for Gyges' sway,
- Or the Lydian scepter weigh;
- Cowley's version of this poem.
- Moore's version of this poem.
The Captive. XVI.
- THOU of Thebes, of Troy sings He,
- I my own captivity;
- Moore's version of this poem.
The Cup. XVII.
- VULCAN come, thy hammer take,
- And of burnished silver make
- Moore's version of this poem.
- John Oldham's version of this poem.
Another. XVIII.
- ALL thy skill if thou collect,
- Make a Cup as I direct:
- Moore's version of this poem.
XIX.
- FRUITFUL Earth drinks up the rain,
- Trees from Earth drink that again,
- Cowley's version of this poem.
- Moore's version of this poem.
The Wish. XX.
- NIOBE on Phyrigian sands
- Turn'd a weeping Statue stands:
- Moore's version of this poem.
XXI.
- REACH me here that full crown'd Cup,
- At once I'll drink it up;
- Moore's version of this poem
The Invitation. XXII.
- COME my Fair, the heat t'evade,
- Let us sit beneath this shade;
- Moore's version of this poem.
XXIII.
- IF I thought that Gold had power
- To prolong my Life one hour,
- Moore's version of this poem.
XXIV.
- I AM sprung of human seed,
- For a life's short race decreed;
- Moore's version of this poem.
XXV.
- WHEN with Wine my soul is arm'd,
- All my grief and tears are charm'd;
- Moore's version of this poem.
XXVI.
- WHEN my sense in Wine I steep,
- All my cares are lull'd asleep:
- Moore's version of this poem.
XXVII.
- JOVE-born Bacchus when possessed
- (Care exiling) of my breast,
- Moore's version of this poem.
The Picture. XXVIII.
Another. XXIX.
- DRAW my Fair as I command,
- Whilst my fancy guides thy hand.
- Moore's version of this poem.
Love imprison'd. XXX.
- LOVE, in Rosy Fetters caught,
- To my Fair the Muses brought;
- Moore's version of this poem.
XXXI.
- PRITHEE trouble me no more;
- I will drink, be mad, and roar:
- Moore's version of this poem.
The Accompt. XXXII.
- IF thou dost the number know
- Of the Leaves on every Bough,
- Cowley's version of this poem.
- Moore's version of this poem.
The Swallow. XXXIII.
- GENTLE Swallow, thou we know
- Every year dost come and go,
- Moore's version of this poem.
XXXIV.
- THOUGH my aged head be gray
- And thy youth more fresh then May,
- Moore's version of this poem.
Europa. XXXV.
- THIS the figure is of Jove,
- To a Bull transform'd by Love,
XXXVI.
- VEX no more thy self and me
- With demure Philosophy;
The Spring. XXXVII.
- SEE the Spring herself discloses,
- And the Graces gather Roses:
- Moore's version of of this poem.
XXXVIII.
- OLD I am, yet can (I think)
- Those that younger are out-drink;
- Moore's version of this poem.
XXXIX.
- WHEN I ply the cheering Bowl
- Brisk Lyæus through my soul
The Bee. XL.
- LOVE, a bee that lurked among
- Roses saw not, and was stung;
- Moore's version of this poem.
XLI.
- WHILST our Joys with wine we raise
- Youthful Bacchus we will praise:
XLII.
- I DIVINE Lyeus prize,
- Who with mirth and wit supplies:
The Grasshopper. XLIII.
- GRASSHOPPER thrice-happy! who
- Sipping the cool morning dew,
- Cowley's version of this poem.
- Moore's version of this poem.
The Dream. XLIV.
- AS I late in slumber lay
- Wing'd me thought I ran away,
- Moore's version of this poem.
Love's Arrows. XLV.
- IN the Lemnian Forge of late
- Vulcan making Arrows sate;
- Moore's version of this poem.
Gold. XLVI.
- NOT to love a pain is deem'd,
- And to love's the same esteem'd:
- Cowley's version of this poem.
- Moore's version of this poem.
XLVII.
- YOUNG men dancing, and the old
- Sporting I with joy behold;
- Moore's version of this poem.
XLVIII.
- BRING me hither Homer's lute,
- Taught with mirth (not wars) to suit;
- Moore's version of this poem.
XLIX.
- BEST of Painters come, pursue
- What our Muse invites thee to,
- Moore's version of this poem.
L.
- WHO his cups can stoutly bear,
- In his cups despiseth fear,
On a Basin wherein Venus was entrav'd. LI.
- WHAT bold hand the Sea engraves
- Whilst its undetermin'd waves
The Vintage. LII.
- MEN and Maids at time of year
- The ripe clusters jointly bear
The Rose. LIII.
- WITH the flowry crowned Spring
- Now the Vernal Rose we sing;
LIV.
- WHEN I see the young men play,
- Young me thinks I am as they;
LV.
- HORSES plainly are descried
- By the Mark upon their side:
- Moore's version of this poem.