Death & Dying
Book VII, 703: Not Sepulchral
Translated by W. R. Paton (1916–18) · From The Greek Anthology (Loeb, vol. II, 1917)
Thyrsis the villager who feeds the Nymphs’ flocks, Thyrsis whose piping is equal to Pan’s, sleeps under the shady pine tree having drunk wine at midday, and Love takes his crook and keeps the flock himself. Ye Nymphs ye Nymphs awake the shepherd who fears no wolf, lest Love become the prey of wild beasts.
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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Myrinus. “Book VII, 703: Not Sepulchral.” Translated by W. R. Paton. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/myrinus/2/.
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Myrinus. “Book VII, 703: Not Sepulchral.” Translated by W. R. Paton. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/myrinus/2/.
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