Nature
Epigram 6 (Edmonds)
Translated by J. M. Edmonds (1912) · From The Greek Bucolic Poets (Loeb, 1912)
Nature
Well-a-day, you poor Thyrsis! what boots it if you cry your two eyes out of their sockets? Your kid’s gone, the pretty babe, dead and gone, all crushed in the talons of the great rough wolf. True, the dogs are baying him; but to what end, when there’s neither ash nor bone of the poor dead left?
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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Theocritus. “Epigram 6 (Edmonds).” Translated by J. M. Edmonds. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/theocritus/112/.
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Theocritus. “Epigram 6 (Edmonds).” Translated by J. M. Edmonds. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/theocritus/112/.
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