Living
Book IX, 425
Translated by W. R. Paton (1916–18) · From The Greek Anthology (Loeb, vol. III, 1917)
Living
Here I lie, the luckless city, no longer a city, with my dead inhabitants, most ill-fated of all towns. After the Earth-shaker’s shock Hephaestus consumed me. Alas, how excellent my beauty who now am dust! But as ye pass by bewail my fate, and let fall a tear for destroyed Berytus.
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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Barbocallus, Johannes. “Book IX, 425.” Translated by W. R. Paton. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/johannes-barbocallus/3/.
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