Death & Dying
Epitaph XV. — For Astyanax
Translated by Hugh G. Evelyn-White (1919–21) · From Book VI. — Epitaphs on the Heroes who took part in the Trojan War
The flower of Asia and the one poor little hope of so great a line, but already dreaded by the Argives for my father's sake, I, Astyanax, lie here, hurled down from the high Scaean gate. Alack! Now have the walls of Ilium, which Neptune built, seen a deed more cruel than the haling of Hector's corpse.
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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Ausonius, Decimus Magnus. “Epitaph XV. — For Astyanax.” Translated by Hugh G. Evelyn-White. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/ausonius/80/.
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Ausonius, Decimus Magnus. “Epitaph XV. — For Astyanax.” Translated by Hugh G. Evelyn-White. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/ausonius/80/.
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