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The Flower Unblown (Mackail)
Translated by J. W. Mackail (1890) · From Select Epigrams from the Greek Anthology (1890)
Not yet is thy summer unfolded from the bud, nor does the purple come upon thy grape that throws out the first shoots of its maiden graces; but already the young Loves are whetting their fleet arrows, Lysidice, and the hidden fire is smouldering. Flee we, wretched lovers, ere yet the shaft is on the string; I prophesy a mighty burning soon.
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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Gadara, Philodemus of. “The Flower Unblown (Mackail).” Translated by J. W. Mackail. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/philodemus/32/.
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Gadara, Philodemus of. “The Flower Unblown (Mackail).” Translated by J. W. Mackail. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/philodemus/32/.
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