Death & Dying
Book VII, 204
Translated by W. R. Paton (1916–18) · From The Greek Anthology (Loeb, vol. II, 1917)
No longer, my poor partridge, exiled from the rocks, does thy plaited house hold thee in its light withes; no longer in the shine of the bright-eyed Dawn dost thou shake the tips of thy sun-warmed wings. Thy head the cat bit off, but all the rest of thee I seized from her, nor did she satisfy her wicked jaws. Now may the dust lie not light on thee but heavy, lest she drag thy corpse from the tomb.
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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