Death & Dying
Book VII, 141: On Protesilaus
Translated by W. R. Paton (1916–18) · From The Greek Anthology (Loeb, vol. II, 1917)
O Thessalian Protesilaus, long ages shall sing of thee, how thou didst strike the first blow in Troy’s predestined fall. The Nymphs tend and encircle with overshadowing elms thy tomb opposite hated Ilion. Wrathful are the trees, and if they chance to see the walls of Troy, they shed their withered leaves. How bitter was the hatred of the heroes if a part of their enmity lives yet in soulless branches.
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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Byzantium, Antiphilus of. “Book VII, 141: On Protesilaus.” Translated by W. R. Paton. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/antiphilus/8/.
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Byzantium, Antiphilus of. “Book VII, 141: On Protesilaus.” Translated by W. R. Paton. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/antiphilus/8/.
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