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Fragment VII: My brain grows dizzy, whirl’d and overthrown
Translated by John Hookham Frere (1842; Bohn 1856) · From Fragments of Theognis (Frere, 1842)
My brain grows dizzy, whirl’d and overthrown
With wine; my senses are no more my own;
The ceiling and the walls are wheeling round.
But, let me try!—perhaps my limbs are sound:
Let me retire, with my remaining sense,
For fear of idle language and offence.
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Megara, Theognis of. “Fragment VII: My brain grows dizzy, whirl’d and overthrown.” Translated by John Hookham Frere. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/theognis/8/.
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Megara, Theognis of. “Fragment VII: My brain grows dizzy, whirl’d and overthrown.” Translated by John Hookham Frere. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/theognis/8/.
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