Death & Dying
Book VII, 716
Translated by W. R. Paton (1916–18) · From The Greek Anthology (Loeb, vol. II, 1917)
Too early and missed by all us who dwell in the city of Ialysus, hast thou sunk, Phaenocritus, into the sea of oblivion, after plucking for a brief time the flowers of wisdom; and round thy tomb the very owls that never shed tears lamented. No singer shall ever sing as thou didst to future generations as long as men walk upon their feet.
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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Rhodes, Dionysius of. “Book VII, 716.” Translated by W. R. Paton. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/dionysius-rhodes/0/.
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Rhodes, Dionysius of. “Book VII, 716.” Translated by W. R. Paton. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/dionysius-rhodes/0/.