Religion
The Sacred City (Mackail)
Translated by J. W. Mackail (1890) · From Select Epigrams from the Greek Anthology (1890)
Beneath flowering Tmolus, by the stream of Maeonian Hermus, am I, Sardis, capital city of the Lydians. I was the first who bore witness for Zeus; for I would not betray the hidden child of our Rhea. I too was nurse of Bromius, and saw him amid the thunder-flash shining with broader radiance; and first on our slopes the golden-haired god pressed the harvest of wine out of the breasts of the grape. All grace has been given me, and many a time has many an age found me envied by the happiest cities.
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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Consul, Macedonius the. “The Sacred City (Mackail).” Translated by J. W. Mackail. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/macedonius/49/.
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Consul, Macedonius the. “The Sacred City (Mackail).” Translated by J. W. Mackail. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/macedonius/49/.
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