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Book XVI, 305: On a Portrait of Pindar
Translated by W. R. Paton (1916–18) · From The Greek Anthology (Loeb, vol. V, 1918)
As much as the trumpet out-peals the fawn-bone flute, so much does thy lyre out-ring all others. It was not idly, Pindar, that that swarm of bees fashioned the honeycomb about thy tender lips. I call to witness the horned god of Arcady, who chanted one of thy hymns and forgot his reed-pipe.
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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