Living
Book IX, 396
Translated by W. R. Paton (1916–18) · From The Greek Anthology (Loeb, vol. III, 1917)
One morning a sweet-voiced blackbird, together with a field-fare, fell into the cloud-like bag of the well-knit net. The field-fare was caught in the noose from which there is no escape, but the songster of the wilderness flew swiftly away from the trap. It would seem that blessed Artemis, the huntress, released the singing-bird for the sake of the sweetvoiced lord of the lyre.
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
Codex Note
Paton: cp. No. 343.
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