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Epigram LXVIII. — On the Bronze Heifer of Myron
Translated by Hugh G. Evelyn-White (1919–21) · From Book XIX. — Epigrams of Ausonius on Various Matters
I AM a heifer, wrought in bronze by the chisel of Myron my creator: nay, I think I was not wrought but born, so does the bull make for me, so does the heifer by my side low, so the calf athirst seeks my udders. Dost wonder that the herd mistakes me? The master of the herd himself oft reckons me with his grazing beasts.
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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MLA
Ausonius, Decimus Magnus. “Epigram LXVIII. — On the Bronze Heifer of Myron.” Translated by Hugh G. Evelyn-White. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/ausonius/270/.
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Ausonius, Decimus Magnus. “Epigram LXVIII. — On the Bronze Heifer of Myron.” Translated by Hugh G. Evelyn-White. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/ausonius/270/.
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