Religion
Book VI, 114
Translated by W. R. Paton (1916–18) · From The Greek Anthology (Loeb, vol. I, 1916)
We hang in the porch, a gift of the king to Heracles, the skin and mighty horns, fourteen palms long, of a wild bull, which when it confronted Philip, glorying in its strength, his terrible spear brought to ground, on the spurs of Orbelus, the land of wild cattle. Blest indeed is Macedon, which is ruled by such a chief.
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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