Callimachus, ed. R. Pfeiffer. 2 vols. Oxford 1949-53.
Volume 1
fr 43.117 Pf – p. 54
Having given birth to a son Dionysos Zagreus (Transl. E. Bianchelli) EMG p. 118
apparatus to fr. 43.117 p. 54
Zagreus, Dionysus among the poets; in fact it seems that Zeus lay with Persephone to whom the underworld Dionysos was born. (Transl. E. Bianchelli) EMG p. 118
fr. 75.4-5 Pf – p. 77
For they say that Hera once…dog! dog! Restrain yourself, o shameless soul of mine! You shall sing even the things unlawful [to sing] (transl. Aaron J. Ivey). EGM p. 58
Kallimachos fr. 260 Pf – pp. 247-53
…he was fastening the other and he placed it upon his weapon…as they saw it, everyone shrank back together and from fear stood opposite the great man and mighty beast until the time Theseus cried out loudly to them from afar. “Stand fast and have courage! To my father Aigeus let someone go to the city, he who is the swiftest messenger in order to sayin order to cheer his many anxieties. His Theseus is not far off, leading a living bull from well-watered Marathon.” So he spoke, and all those who heard him shouted a joyful paean, and they stood fast. The South Wind poured down no such shedding of leaves nor did the North Wind himself when the leaf-shedding month arrived compared to so many rustic people as fell in around Theseus. The men circled beside him, and the women…[were crowning him with girdles]…”and when…against whom each of the Children of Ouranos might send someone with my feather, but Pallas…him…outside the city…the old blood of Hephaistos…unspeakable secret, therefore I neither knew him nor learned of him by race, but his fame…among the Ogygian birds, how the earth truly bore him to Hephaistos. Then, so that she might throw up the earth’s defense, which he recently took by the vote of Zeus and the twelve other immortals and by the witness of the snake, [Athena] arrived at Achaean Pellene. Meanwhile, the female guards contrived to accomplish a wicked deed…of the basket…to loosen up chains…of Athena…the crowns alone…to the gods…for I, the queen, never your spirit…never so many ill-omened things did the light…birds, then I bound…thus she spurned ours nor the race…but may the deep anger of Athena never fall from your spirit. But I was a small child. For I am already eight generations old, and it’s the tenth of my parents…and coarse grounds when the potion fell to the ground…bringing bad tidings. Would that you were still alive at that time so that you could know this: how the Thrians excite the old crow…for…all days by my shriveled wrinkles, by this tree, although dry…after breaking the axles…all have a foot outside. But it shall be either evening or night or midday or dawn when a raven, who even now would rival with swans and milk and the pure water of the wave with respect to its body, shall wear a destructive feather, dark as pitch, the rewards of its message, things which Phoibos shall grant to it when he learns some terrible thing about Koronis, Phlegyas’ daughter, as she follows horse-driving Iskhys.” While [the raven] spoke thus, sleep took her and her listener. They slept, but not for long for soon came frosty dawn, a time when the hands of thieves no longer quest for prey for already the early lamps are shining. Somewhere, some water-drawing man sings his song. The axle creaking beneath the wagon wakes the man whose house is beside the road, and the…captive blacksmiths, going deaf inside, grieve the ear… (Transl. Aaron J. Ivey) EGM p. 237
Volume 2
Hymn 1.46 – p. 3
Adresteia lulled you [Zeus] to sleep. (Transl. E. Bianchelli) EGM p. 42
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