Mythology & Folklore
Book IX, 152: On Troy
Translated by W. R. Paton (1916–18) · From The Greek Anthology (Loeb, vol. III, 1917)
I am the once famous city of Priam, which not the ten years’ war of the Greeks succeeded in sacking by open force, but the cursed wooden horse. Would that Epeius had died ere he had wrought that wooden trap. For never then had the Greeks lit the fire - that licked my roofs, never had I sunk down on my foundations.
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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Scholasticus, Agathias. “Book IX, 152: On Troy.” Translated by W. R. Paton. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/agathias/56/.
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Scholasticus, Agathias. “Book IX, 152: On Troy.” Translated by W. R. Paton. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/agathias/56/.
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