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Book IX, 290
Translated by W. R. Paton (1916–18) · From The Greek Anthology (Loeb, vol. III, 1917)
When with the blasts of the Libyan wind, the fierce Sirocco, the sea grew dark and belched up the sand from her profoundest depths, when every mast had fallen into the hollow of the deep and the lost merchant ship was drifting to Hades, Lysistratus called on the gods who help mariners, and they, for the sake of the temple ministrant alone, lulled the savage waves.
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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Thessalonica, Philippus of. “Book IX, 290.” Translated by W. R. Paton. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/philippus-thessalonica/48/.
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