18. Anacreon: with Thomas Stanley’s Translation. Edited by A. H. Bullen. Illustrated by J. R. Weguelin. London: Lawrence & Bullen, 16 Henrietta Street, Covent Garden. MDCCCXCIII. 4to. Collation: Pp. xxix. 224. Contains twelve photogravures. 1000 copies only were printed for England and America.
[It may be here noted that many of Stanley’s Verse-Translations appeared in his History of Philosophy, of which there are many editions, dating from 1655 to 1743, the best edition of which is said to be the latter.]
19. Anacreon, Translated by Thomas Stanley. With a Preface and Notes by A. H. Bullen, and Illustrations by J. R. Weguelin. London: A. H. Bullen, 47, Great Russell Street, W.C. 1906. Pp. xxiv+92.
20. Thomas Stanley: His Original Lyrics, Complete, in their Collated Readings of 1647, 1651, 1657. With an Introduction, Textual Notes, A List of Editions, An Appendix of Translations, and a Portrait. Edited by L. I. Guiney, J. R. Tutin, Hull, 1907.
Collation. Titles, Dedication, Contents, and Prefatory Note, pp. i-xxi; Original Lyrics, pp. 1-69; Appendix of Translations, pp. 71-83; Textual Notes, pp. 85-100; List of Editions, pp. 101-105; Index to First Lines, pp. 107-110.
The present edition.
INDEX TO FIRST LINES
| PAGE | |
| A kiss I begg’d, and thou didst join [Secundus] | [76] |
| A Phosphor ’mongst the living late wert thou [Plato] | [81] |
| A small well-gotten stock, and country seat [E. Cat[alectis]Vet[erum] Poet[arum.] | [81] |
| Alas! alas! thou turn’st in vain [Guarini] | [72] |
| As in the crystal-centre of the sight [Fairfax] | [89] |
| As when some brook flies from itself away [Montalvan] | [75] |
| Ask the empress of the night | [26] |
| Beauty, thy harsh imperious chains | [37] |
| Beauty, whose soft magnetic chains | [38] |
| Cast, Chariessa, cast that glass away | [41] |
| Cast off, for shame, ungentle maid | [67] |
| Celinda, by what potent art | [45] |
| Chide, chide no more away | [32] |
| Come, my Dear, whilst youth conspires [Casone] | [73] |
| Dear, back my wounded heart restore | [57] |
| Dear, fold me once more in thine arms | [10] |
| Dear, urge no more the killing cause | [48] |
| Delay! Alas, there cannot be | [43] |
| Doris, I that could repel | [50] |
| Draw near | [61] |
| ‘Fair is Alexis,’ I no sooner said [Plato] | [82] |
| Fair rebel to thyself and Time [Ronsard] | [71] |
| Faith, ’tis not worth thy pains and care | [31] |
| Far from thy dearest self, the scope [Tasso] | [76] |
| Favonius, the milder breath o’ th’ Spring | [33] |
| Five oxen, grazing in a flowery mead [Plato] | [83] |
| Fletcher, whose fame no age can ever waste | [15] |
| Fool! take up thy shaft again | [43] |
| Foolish Lover, go and seek | [28] |
| He whose active thoughts disdain | [52] |
| I go, dear Saint, away | [29] |
| I languish in a silent flame [De Voiture] | [73] |
| I must no longer now admire | [62] |
| I prithee let my heart alone | [65] |
| I will not trust thy tempting graces | [64] |
| I yield, dear enemy, nor know | [55] |
| If we are one, dear Friend! why shouldst thou be | [22] |
| Love! what tyrannic laws must they obey | [30] |
| Madam! the blushes I betray | [16] |
| My sickly breath [Guarini] | [72] |
| No, I will sooner trust the wind | [65] |
| No, no, poor blasted Hope! | [1] |
| Not that by this disdain | [44] |
| Now will I a lover be [Anacreon] | [79] |
| O turn away those cruel eyes | [69] |
| Old Hecuba, the Trojan matron’s, years [Plato] | [82] |
| On this swelling bank, once proud | [9] |
| On this verdant lotus laid [Anacreon] | [80] |
| Pale envious Sickness, hence! no more | [35] |
| Rebellious fools that scorn to bow | [58] |
| Roses, in breathing forth their scent | [37] |
| See how this ivy strives to twine | [12] |
| See how this violet, which before | [27] |
| See, the Spring herself discloses [Anacreon] | [79] |
| Since every place you bless, the name | [6] |
| Since Fate commands me hence, and I | [59] |
| So fair Aurora doth herself discover | [24] |
| Stay, fairest Chariessa, stay and mark | [13] |
| Such icy kisses, anchorites that live | [25] |
| Suckling, whose numbers could invite | [22] |
| That I might ever dream thus! that some power | [1] |
| That kiss which last thou gav’st me, stole | [60] |
| That wise philosopher who had design’d | [20] |
| The air which thy smooth voice doth break | [50] |
| The lazy hours move slow | [10] |
| The silkworm, to long sleep retir’d | [62] |
| The stars, my Star! thou view’st: heaven I would be [Plato] | [81] |
| These papers, Chariessa, let thy breath | [14] |
| Think not, pale lover, he who dies | [25] |
| Thou best of Friendship, Knowledge and of Art! | [17] |
| Thou that both feel’st and dost admire | [2] |
| Thou whose sole name all passions doth comprise | [13] |
| Though ’gainst me Love and Destiny conspire | [7] |
| Though when I lov’d thee thou wert fair | [51] |
| ’Tis no kiss my Fair bestows [Secundus] | [77] |
| To Archaeanassa, on whose furrow’d brow [Plato] | [82] |
| Torment of absence and delay [Montalvan] | [75] |
| Vex no more thyself and me [Anacreon] | [78] |
| Wert thou by all affections sought | [68] |
| Wert thou yet fairer than thou art [‘Mr. W. M.’] | [98] |
| What busy cares too timely born | [4] |
| What if Night | [34] |
| When, cruel fair one, I am slain | [46] |
| When, dearest Beauty, thou shalt pay | [63] |
| When, dearest Friend, thy verse doth re-inspire | [18] |
| When deceitful lovers lay | [29] |
| When I lie burning in thine eye | [42] |
| When on thy lip my soul I breathe | [49] |
| When Phœbus saw a rugged bark beguile [Marino] | [74] |
| When thou thy pliant arms dost wreathe [Secundus] | [77] |
| Whence took the diamond worth? the borrow’d rays | [2] |
| Why thy passion should it move | [36] |
| With a whip of lilies, Love [Anacreon] | [78] |
| Within the covert of a shady grove [Plato] | [82] |
| Wits that matur’d by time have courted praise | [21] |
| Wrong me no more | [39] |
| Yet ere I go | [66] |
| You earthly souls that court a wanton flame | [54] |
| You that unto your mistress’ eyes | [56] |