Complete Fables of Gaius Julius Phaedrus. Illustrated

This carefully compiled collection includes prose translations and verse translations of Phaedrus fables.
Contents:
THE FABLES: PROSE TRANSLATION
THE NEW FABLES, BY SOME ATTRIBUTED TO PHÆDRUS
ÆSOPIAN FABLES. THE AUTHORS OF WHICH ARE NOT KNOWN
THE FABLES: VERSE TRANSLATION 

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Complete Fables of Gaius Julius Phaedrus. Illustrated

This carefully compiled collection includes prose translations and verse translations of Phaedrus fables.
Contents:
THE FABLES: PROSE TRANSLATION
THE NEW FABLES, BY SOME ATTRIBUTED TO PHÆDRUS
ÆSOPIAN FABLES. THE AUTHORS OF WHICH ARE NOT KNOWN
THE FABLES: VERSE TRANSLATION 

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Complete Fables of Gaius Julius Phaedrus. Illustrated

Complete Fables of Gaius Julius Phaedrus. Illustrated

Complete Fables of Gaius Julius Phaedrus. Illustrated

Complete Fables of Gaius Julius Phaedrus. Illustrated

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Overview

This carefully compiled collection includes prose translations and verse translations of Phaedrus fables.
Contents:
THE FABLES: PROSE TRANSLATION
THE NEW FABLES, BY SOME ATTRIBUTED TO PHÆDRUS
ÆSOPIAN FABLES. THE AUTHORS OF WHICH ARE NOT KNOWN
THE FABLES: VERSE TRANSLATION 


Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780880011365
Publisher: Strelbytskyy Multimedia Publishing
Publication date: 09/24/2021
Series: Essential Poets Series , #2
Sold by: Bookwire
Format: eBook
Pages: 264
File size: 2 MB
Age Range: 13 - 18 Years

About the Author

Gaius Julius Phaedrus was a 1st-century CE Roman fabulist and the first versifier of a collection of Aesop's fables into Latin. Few facts are known about him for certain and there was little mention of his work during late antiquity

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