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Book IX, 777
Translated by W. R. Paton (1916–18) · From The Greek Anthology (Loeb, vol. III, 1917)
Look how proudly the art of the worker in bronze makes this horse stand. Fierce is his glance as he arches his neck and shakes out his wind-tossed mane for the course. I believe that if a charioteer were to fit the bit to his jaws and prick him with the spur, thy work, Lysippus, would surprise us by running away; for Art makes it breathe.
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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Thessalonica, Philippus of. “Book IX, 777.” Translated by W. R. Paton. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/philippus-thessalonica/62/.
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