Living
Book IX, 432
Translated by W. R. Paton (1916–18) · From The Greek Anthology (Loeb, vol. III, 1917)
Living
Ah poor Thyrsis, what use crying out thy two eyes? The kid is gone, the little dear; it is gone to Hades, for the cruel wolf caught it in his claws, The dogs bay, but what use is that now when it is gone, and neither bone nor dust of it left?
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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