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PARIS : PRINTED BY A. BELIN.
AT THE FRENCH, ENGLISH, ITALIAN, GERMAN, AND SPANISH LIBRARY,
No. 18, RUE VIVIENNE.
( 25 NOV 1959
CONTENTS OF VOL. VII.
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ODES OF ANACREON.
Index shewing the number of each Ode in
Barnes and other editions . . . . 7
An Ode by the Translator . . . .
Remarks on Anacreon . . . . .
1. I saw the smiling bard of pleasure . .
II. Give me the harp of epic song . . .
WI. Listen to the Muse's lyre . . . . . .
IV. Vulcan! hear your glorious task. ..
V. Grave me a cup with brilliant grace.
VI. As late I sought the spangled bowers.
VII. The women tell me every day . . .
VIII. I care not for the idle state.
IX. I pray thee, by the gods above .
X. Tell me how to punish thee . . .
XI. Tell me, gentle youth, I pray thee .
XII. They tell how Atys, wild with love .
XIII. I will, I will; the conflict's past . . .
XIV. Count me on the summer trees . . .
XV. Tell me why, my sweetest dove, . .
XVI. Thou, whose soft and rosy hues. . ..
XVII. And now, with all thy pencil's truth . . .
XVIII. Now the star of day is high . . . .
XIX. Here recline you, gentle maid . . .
XX. One day the Muses twined the hands. ,
XXI. Observe when mother Earth is dry . . .
XXII. The Phrygian rock that braves the storm . ..
XXIII. I often wish this languid lyre . . . . 95
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XXIV. To all that breathe the airs of heaven . . 97
XXV. Once in each revolving year . . . . 99
XXVI. Thy harp may sing of Troy's alarms
XXVII. We read the flying courser's name . . 103
XXVIII. As in the Lemnian caves of fire . .
XXIX. Yes-loving is a painful thrill. . .
XXX. 'Twas in an airy dream of night . .
XXXI. Arm'd with hyacinthine rod . . ..
XXXII. Strew me a breathing bed of leaves . . . 113
XXXIII. 'Twas noon of night when round the pole
XXXIV. Oh thou, of all creation bless'd . . . . 118
XXXV. Cupid once upon a bed . . . .
XXXVI, If hoarded gold possess'd a power. .
XXXVII. 'Twas night, and many a circling bowl ..
XXXVIII. Let us drain the nectar'd bowl . . .
XXXIX. How I love the festive boy . . . .
XL. I know that Heaven ordains me here .
XLI. When Spring begems the dewy scene ..
XLII. Yes, be the glorious revel mine .
XLIII. While our rosy filets shed . . . .
XLIV. Buds of roses, virgin flowers . . .
XLV. Within this goblet, rich and deep . .
XLVI. See, the young, the rosy spring .
XLVII. 'Tis true, my fading years decline. ..
XLVIII. When my thirsty soul I steep. . .
XLIX. When Bacchus, Jove's immortal boy .
L. When I drink, I feel, I feel . . .
LI Fly not thus my brow of snow. . .
LII. Away, away, you men of rules . .
LIII. When I behold the festive train . .
LIV. Methinks the pictured bull we see . .
LV. While we invoke the wreathed spring.
LVI. He, who instructs the youthful crew
LVII. And whose immortal hand could shed . .
LVIII. When gold, as fleet as Zephyr's pinion. .
LIX. Sabled by the solar beam . . . . .
LX. Awake to life, my dulcet shell . . ...