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Themes: Wine, Women, and Song
Love and Romance
the translator of this piece, also has his own wine poems at vintagewinepoems.com.
mythology): also known as Jupiter, the supreme god. The
counterpart of Zeus of Greek mythology. Hebe (Greek
Mythology): Cup-bearer to the Olympian gods.
(Greek mythology) is more widely known as Aphrodite, the
goddess of love and beauty. "Cytherea’s blooming Boy" refers to Cupid
(or Eros), her son and the god of love and fertility. Cupid
mischievous chap, who enjoyed playing with people's emotions with his
love potion tipped arrows.
*** The Graces
were the three goddesses of beauty, charm, joy and
overall well-being. Their names: Thalia (Good Cheer),
(Mirth), and Aglaia (Splendor).
Another name for Bacchus / Dionysus.
- S. H. Bass
and Anacreontic Poetry
More Anacreon at
Odes of Anacreon
broken cake, with honey sweet
away ye men of rules
me, boy, as deep a draft
me the harp of epic song
who instructs the youthful crew
care not for the idle state
pray thee by the gods above
hoarded gold possest the power
us drain the nectared bowl
child, a cup divine
the star of day is high
when mother earth is dry
by the solar beam
wouldst thou glad my soul
me a fragrant bed of leaves
true, my fading years decline
hear your glorious task
Bacchus, Jove's immortal boy
I behold the festive train
my thirsty soul I steep
Spring adorns the dewy scene
When wine I quaff, before my eyes
this goblet, rich and deep
be the glorious revel mine
Anacreontics (imitations of Anacreon)
by Abraham Cowley
of my soul this goblet sip by Thomas Moore
filled to thee To thee I drank by Thomas Moore
the grape and let it pour by Thomas Moore
Tributes to Anacreon:
Elegy Upon Anacreon
The Lyre Of Anacreon by Oliver Wendall Holmes
Mingle with the
Ode 5 from A
Translation from Anacreon
translated by Lord
Byron (1788-1824), British poet
with the genial bowl
Rose, the ‘flow’ret of the Soul,
Rose and Grape together quaff’d,
doubly sweet will be the draft!
Roses crown our jovial brows,
every cheek with Laughter glows;
Smiles and Songs, with Wine incite,
wing our moments with Delight.
by far the fairest birth,
Spring and Nature cull from Earth –
whose sweetest perfume given,
our thoughts from Earth to Heaven.
whom the Deities above,
Jove to Hebe, dearly love,*
Cytherea’s blooming Boy,**
lightly through the dance of Joy,
him the Graces then combine, ***
rosy wreaths their locks entwine.
will I sing divinely crown’d,
dusky leaves my temples bound –
in thy bowers of pleasure,****
wake a wildly thrilling measure.
will my gentle Girl and I,
the mazes sportive fly,
bend before thy potent throne –
Wine, and Beauty, all my own.
Works of Lord Byron, Vol. 1 (1898)
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