Lyric Poems Made in Imitation of the Italians. Of which, many are Translations From other Languages ... By Philip Ayres |
 |
|
|
An Ode of ANACREON.
|
 | Lyric Poems |  |
123
An Ode of ANACREON.
To HIMSELF.
Εις ΕΑΥΤΟΝ.
Beginning Οταν ο Βακχος εισελθη------
When Fumes of Wine ascend into my Brain,
Care sleeps, and I the Bustling World disdain,
Nor all the Wealth of Crœsus I esteem,
I sing of Mirth, for Jollity's my Theme.
Care sleeps, and I the Bustling World disdain,
Nor all the Wealth of Crœsus I esteem,
I sing of Mirth, for Jollity's my Theme.
With Garlands, I my Ruby Temples crown,
Keeping Rebellious Thoughts of Business down;
In Broyls, and Wars, while others take Delight,
I with choice Friends indulge my Appetite.
Keeping Rebellious Thoughts of Business down;
In Broyls, and Wars, while others take Delight,
I with choice Friends indulge my Appetite.
Then fetch more Bottles, Boy, and charge us round,
We'll fall to Bacchus, Victims on the Ground;
Nor value what dull Moralists have sed,
I'm sure 'tis better to be drunk, than dead.
We'll fall to Bacchus, Victims on the Ground;
Nor value what dull Moralists have sed,
I'm sure 'tis better to be drunk, than dead.
| Lyric Poems | |