History & Politics
Book IX, 287
Translated by W. R. Paton (1916–18) · From The Greek Anthology (Loeb, vol. III, 1917)
History & Politics
I, the holy bird, who had never set foot in Rhodes, the eagle who was but a fable to the people of Cercaphus, came borne through the vast heaven by my high-flying wings, then when Tiberius was in the island of the Sun. In his house I rested, at the beck of my master’s hand, not shrinking from the future Zeus.
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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