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Book IX, 661: On the Chair of the Sophist Craterus
Translated by W. R. Paton (1916–18) · From The Greek Anthology (Loeb, vol. III, 1917)
I am a tree peculiarly blessed ; for, once, standing in the middle of the forest, I was nurtured by the shrill winds and was the tuneful seat of birds, but I was felled by the axe to gain still better fortune. For now I am watered by the powerful (crateros) speech, not of the birds, but of Craterus, and flourish, fed by this stream of eloquence.
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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Julian, Prefect of Egypt. “Book IX, 661: On the Chair of the Sophist Craterus.” Translated by W. R. Paton. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/julianus-egypt/48/.
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Julian, Prefect of Egypt. “Book IX, 661: On the Chair of the Sophist Craterus.” Translated by W. R. Paton. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/julianus-egypt/48/.
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