His odes are like gems of pure ivory. They possess an ethereal and evanescent beauty like summer evenings, ho kre se voeiv voou anthei,—which you must perceive with the flower of the mind,—and show how slight a beauty could be expressed. You have to consider them, as the stars of lesser magnitude, with the side of the eye, and look aside from them to behold them. They charm us by their serenity and freedom from exaggeration and passion, and by a certain flower-like beauty, which does not propose itself, but must be approached and studied like a natural object. But perhaps their chief merit consists in the lightness and yet security of their tread.
Henry David Thoreau (1817–1862), U.S. philosopher, author, naturalist. A Week on the Concord and Merrimack Rivers (1849), in The Writings of Henry David Thoreau, vol. 1, p. 239, Houghton Mifflin (1906).
Along with his contemporaries, Thoreau mistook a much later Hellenistic collection known as the Anacreontea for the poetry of Anacreon.