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Dead Thrushes
by:
Nicarchus
(1st century A.D.)
translated by William Roger Paton
The birds of Stymphalus
Vexed not so the Arcadians,
As those dead thrushes vexed me
With their dry bones,
Very harpies,
Ten of them,
A dry drachma's worth.
Out on you, wretched creatures,
True bats of the fields.
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