Death & Dying
Epitaph XIX. — For Polydorus
Translated by Hugh G. Evelyn-White (1919–21) · From Book VI. — Epitaphs on the Heroes who took part in the Trojan War
Begone far hence, unconscious stranger, and avoid that myrtle-tree: 'tis grown from darts and nourished with my blood. Pierced through with spears and almost buried in my very slaying, I, Polydorus, lie twice interred beneath this mound. Pious Aeneas knows my story, and you also, impious king; for as it was Thracian cruelty that crushed me, so it was Trojan piety that buried me.
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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Ausonius, Decimus Magnus. “Epitaph XIX. — For Polydorus.” Translated by Hugh G. Evelyn-White. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/ausonius/84/.
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Ausonius, Decimus Magnus. “Epitaph XIX. — For Polydorus.” Translated by Hugh G. Evelyn-White. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/ausonius/84/.
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