Living
Book XI, 33
Translated by W. R. Paton (1916–18) · From The Greek Anthology (Loeb, vol. IV, 1918)
Living
Secretly advancing, O ivy, thy twisted creeping foot, thou throttlest me, the vine, sweet gift of Bacchus, mother of clusters. But thou dost not so much fetter me as thou dost destroy thine own honour ; for who would set ivy on his brows without pouring out wine?
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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Thessalonica, Philippus of. “Book XI, 33.” Translated by W. R. Paton. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/philippus-thessalonica/64/.
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