Mythology & Folklore
Book IX, 204
Translated by W. R. Paton (1916–18) · From The Greek Anthology (Loeb, vol. III, 1917)
Do not heave me up, traveller; I am Ajax’s stone with which he smote Hector’s breast. Black am I and rough, but ask divine Homer how I sent Priam’s son rolling in the dust. Now with difficulty men, the degenerate sons of a wretched age, lever me up a little from the field. But let someone hide me in the ground; I am ashamed to be made the toy of worthless men.
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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Scholasticus, Agathias. “Book IX, 204.” Translated by W. R. Paton. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/agathias/60/.
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Scholasticus, Agathias. “Book IX, 204.” Translated by W. R. Paton. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/agathias/60/.
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