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Maxims of Theognis: I hear, son of Polypas
Translated by Rev. J. Banks (Bohn, 1856) · From Hesiod, Callimachus and Theognis (Bohn, 1856)
I hear, son of Polypas, the voice of the shrill-crying crane, even her, who to mortals comes as harbinger of the season for ploughing; and it smote my dark heart that others possess my flourishing fields, neither do my mules drag the bent-yoke of the plough, on account of that ever-to-be-remembered voyage.
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
Codex Note
Literal prose translation by the Rev. J. Banks (Bohn, 1856), printed as prose: the plain-sense companion to Frere’s verse version. Banks’s hyphenated compounds are his own.
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Megara, Theognis of. “Maxims of Theognis: I hear, son of Polypas.” Translated by Rev. J. Banks. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/theognis/356/.
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Megara, Theognis of. “Maxims of Theognis: I hear, son of Polypas.” Translated by Rev. J. Banks. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/theognis/356/.
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