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Book IX, 88
Translated by W. R. Paton (1916–18) · From The Greek Anthology (Loeb, vol. III, 1917)
I, the honey-voiced nightingale, was flying over the sea, complaining of Boreas (for not even the wind that blows from Thrace is kind to me), when a dolphin received me on his back, the sea-creature serving as the chariot of the winged one. Borne by this most faithful boatman, I charmed the oarless sailor by the lyre of my lips. The dolphins ever served as oarsmen to the Muses without payment. The tale of Arion is not untrue.
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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Thessalonica, Philippus of. “Book IX, 88.” Translated by W. R. Paton. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/philippus-thessalonica/36/.
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Thessalonica, Philippus of. “Book IX, 88.” Translated by W. R. Paton. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/philippus-thessalonica/36/.
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