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Book IX, 85
Translated by W. R. Paton (1916–18) · From The Greek Anthology (Loeb, vol. III, 1917)
The sea destroyed my boat, but Heaven bestowed on me, as I was carried hither and thither, a more welcome natural boat. For seeing my father’s body coming to me opportunely, I climbed on it, a solitary oarsman, a burden which it was its duty to bear. The old man bore me to the harbour, thus giving life to me twice, on land as a babe and again at sea.
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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Thessalonica, Philippus of. “Book IX, 85.” Translated by W. R. Paton. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/philippus-thessalonica/35/.
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