Nature
Epigram VI
Translated by C. S. Calverley (1869) · From Epigrams and Epitaphs
Nature
Poor Thyrsis! What boots it to weep out thine eyes?
Thy kid was a fair one, I own:
But the wolf with his cruel claw made her his prize,
And to darkness her spirit hath flown.
Do the dogs cry? What boots it? In spite of their cries
There is left of her never a bone.
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Theocritus. “Epigram VI.” Translated by C. S. Calverley. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/theocritus/36/.
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Theocritus. “Epigram VI.” Translated by C. S. Calverley. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/theocritus/36/.
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