Living
Bacchanal
Translated by Rennell Rodd (1916) · From Love, Worship and Death (1916)
Living
When Bacchus hath possessed me my cares are lulled in wine,
And all the wealth of Croesus is not more his than mine:
I crown my head with ivy, I lift my voice to sing,
And in my exultation seem lord of every thing.
So let the warrior don his arms, give me my cup instead,
If I must lie my length on earth, why better drunk than dead.
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Codex Note
From the Anacreontea
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Anacreon. “Bacchanal.” Translated by Rennell Rodd. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/anacreon/101/.
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Anacreon. “Bacchanal.” Translated by Rennell Rodd. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/anacreon/101/.
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