OFT am I by the Women told, Poor Anacreon, thou grow'st old. Look how thy Hairs are falling all; Poor Anacreon, how they fall! Whether I grow old or no, By th' effects I do not know. This I know without being told, 'Tis time to Live if I grow Old. 'Tis time short pleasures now to take, Of little Life the best to make, And manage wisely the last stake. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON A CERTAIN CRITIC by AMY LOWELL JILTED by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE RESPECTABLE BURGHER, ON 'THE HIGHER CRITICISM' by THOMAS HARDY TO HIS DYING BROTHER, MASTER WILLIAM HERRICK by ROBERT HERRICK PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 15. AL-GHAFFAR by EDWIN ARNOLD |