Death & Dying
Book VIII, 30: On the Same
Translated by W. R. Paton (1916–18) · From The Greek Anthology (Loeb, vol. II, 1917)
Calling on Gregory, mother, thou didst meet us by the flowery fields on our return from a strange country, and didst reach out thy arms to thy dear children, calling ever on Gregory. The blood of the mother boiled for both her sons, but mostly for him whom she had suckled. Therefore have I honoured thee, mother, in so many epigrams.
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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Nazianzus, Gregory of. “Book VIII, 30: On the Same.” Translated by W. R. Paton. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/gregory-nazianzus/32/.
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Nazianzus, Gregory of. “Book VIII, 30: On the Same.” Translated by W. R. Paton. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/gregory-nazianzus/32/.
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