History & Politics
Book IX, 103
Translated by W. R. Paton (1916–18) · From The Greek Anthology (Loeb, vol. III, 1917)
I, Mycenae, the city once so rich in gold, I who received into my walls the house of the Atreidae, sons of Heaven, I who sacked Troy that a god built, I who was the secure royal seat of the Greek demigods, lie here, the pasture of sheep and oxen, with naught of my greatness left but the name. Well hath Nemesis borne thee in mind, Ilion, since now, when Mycenae is no longer to be seen, thou art, and art a city.
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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Munatius, Mundus. “Book IX, 103.” Translated by W. R. Paton. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/mundus-munatius/0/.
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Munatius, Mundus. “Book IX, 103.” Translated by W. R. Paton. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/mundus-munatius/0/.