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Bacchylides, Epinicians (ed. Diane Arnson Svarlien),
For Pytheas of Aegina
? Nemea 483 B. C.
Ode 13 For Pytheas of Aegina Pancratium at Nemea ?483 B. C. Clio Lines 13-43 are lost. “ He shall stop them from arrogant violence, bringing about judgments of law for mortals: look how the descendant of Perseus brings his hand down heavily on the neck of the bloodthirsty lion with every type of skill! For the gleaming, man-subduing bronze refuses to pierce the lion's fearsome body; the sword was bent back. Someday, I prophesy, [in this place] there will be a strenuous toil for the Greeks, competing for garlands in the pancratium.” beside the altar of Zeus, the greatest ruler, the blossoms of glory-bringing Victory nurture for men golden, conspicuous fame throughout their lives—for a select few—and when the dark cloud of death covers them, the undying glory of their fine deed is left behind, secure in its destiny. You too have attained this at Nemea, son of Lampon; your hair crowned with garlands of flourishing blo
Pindar, Nemean (ed. Diane Arnson Svarlien),
For Aristocleides of Aegina
475 B. C.
What man, what hero, Clio sweet, On harp or flute wilt thou proclaim? What god shall echo's voice repeat In mocking game To Helicon's sequester'd shade, Or Pindus, or on Haemus chill, Where once the hurrying woods obey'd The minstrel's will, Who, by his mother's gift of song, Held the fleet stream, the rapid breeze, And led with blandishment along The listening trees? Whom praise we first? the sire on high, Who gods and men unerring guides, Who rules the sea, the earth, the sky, Their times and tides. No mightier birth may he beget; No like, no second has he known; Yet nearest to her sire's is set Minerva's throne. Nor yet shall Bacchus pass unsaid, Bold warrior, nor the virgin foe Of savage beasts, nor Phoebus, dread With deadly bow. Alcides too shall be my theme, And Leda's twins, for horses he, He famed for boxing; soon as gleam Their stars at sea, The lash'd spray trickles from the steep, The wind sinks down, the storm-cloud flies, The threatening billow on the deep Obedient lies.