Death & Dying
Book IX, 427
Translated by W. R. Paton (1916–18) · From The Greek Anthology (Loeb, vol. III, 1917)
Stop not thy ship’s course, mariner, because of me; lower not thy sails; thou seeest the harbour dry. Iam but one tomb. Let some other place that knows not mourning hear the beat of thine oars as thy ship approaches. This is Poseidon’s pleasure and that of the Hospitable gods. Farewell seafarers, farewell wayfarers !
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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Barbocallus, Johannes. “Book IX, 427.” Translated by W. R. Paton. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/johannes-barbocallus/5/.
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Barbocallus, Johannes. “Book IX, 427.” Translated by W. R. Paton. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/johannes-barbocallus/5/.
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