Love
Book V, 288
Translated by W. R. Paton (1916–18) · From The Greek Anthology (Loeb, vol. I, 1916)
Love
Ever since Chariklo, playing with me at the feast, put her wreath slyly on my head, a deadly fire devours me; for the wreath, it seems, had in it something of the poison that burnt Glauce, the daughter of Creon,
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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Silentiary, Paul the. “Book V, 288.” Translated by W. R. Paton. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/paulus-silentiarius/34/.
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