Mythology & Folklore
Book XVI, 96: On Heracles and the Maenalian Hind
Translated by W. R. Paton (1916–18) · From The Greek Anthology (Loeb, vol. V, 1918)
What first and what next shall my mind marvel at, what lastly shall my eyes admire in the portraiture of the man and hind? He, mounting on the beast’s loins, rests all the weight of his knee on her, grasping with his hands her beautifully branched antlers, while she, panting hard with open jaws and forced breath, tells of her heart’s anguish by her tongue. Rejoice, Heracles; the whole hind now glitters, not her horns alone golden, but fashioned all of gold by Art.
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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Anonymous (Greek Anthology). “Book XVI, 96: On Heracles and the Maenalian Hind.” Translated by W. R. Paton. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/anonymous-greek-anthology/981/.
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Anonymous (Greek Anthology). “Book XVI, 96: On Heracles and the Maenalian Hind.” Translated by W. R. Paton. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/anonymous-greek-anthology/981/.
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